In stadium light, every lane becomes a story
Flags fold into motion, feet striking the track
Voices rise in a thousand practiced rhythms
We arrive carrying nothing but our names
Flags fold into motion, feet striking the track
The crowd answers with color and open air
We arrive carrying nothing but our names
Bodies find their measure in shared distances
The crowd answers with color and open air
The starting gun breaks into possibility
Bodies find their measure in shared distances
Even the finish line forgets to separate us
The starting gun breaks into possibility
Voices rise in a thousand practiced rhythms
Even the finish line forgets to separate us
In stadium light, every lane becomes a story
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Poem number 27 for Pride Month. Today marks the opening of the 2026 Gay Games, a worldwide sport and cultural event that promotes acceptance of sexual diversity, featuring LGBTQ+ athletes, artists and other individuals. For more context visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay_Games
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