The shell

Vaulters hurled From their poles Hang hawklike A moment Under mackerel nets Of cloud Suspended From a steel-gray dome Of sky. Sandpipers Skitter Out of starting blocks Ahead of the waves Of sound. The white-faced sun Keeps everyone's time And no one's score As runners circle Clockwise.

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