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[philomela]

Narrow winding
rock-bitten track:
the SPRONG of the suspension fork
topping out, the back wheel
slides side ways on wet root,
the inner ear compensates
like some pure instince;
single-minded,
you are tow fat tires,
dirt,
mud,
the blur of trees.

The climb:
teeth together,
snarling the air
into your lungs,
rubber sinks into dirt,
claws at rock;
exertion, and acid,
floods your muscles;
then the top:
a saving splash of water
from the bottle.

The descent:
lean back, you are weightless with adrenaline,
eyes wide
with the best kind of fear,
bump,
bounce,
slide;
you can’t turn back now,
can’t re-think,
don’t hesitate
or you will lose your line,
break an arm,
break a collar bone,
or break your neck;
just lean back and don’t brake too hard –
now you’re alive.