la vuelta '22: the final week in poems
Stage 16: Sanlúcar de Barrameda to Tomares
They call the sun-browned stage
pancake flat. A few bumps.
The finale, a launchpad
for rocket-booster legs.
The heart is always jammed
in the throat during such things.
We’ve seen failure before.
The rockets cease their climb,
crash back to earth, fins askew.
It’s always shocking. Always
breaks us. Smal…Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
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