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Jun 2021
Hills are climbed for coasting
Trudging the upward *****
crunching your breath
legs burning and aching
pressing the pedals to the pavement
for the thrill of the drop

but darkness can hide in overactivity
insufficiency
inadequacy

and after the climb
I find myself pumping the gears
desperate to catch traction on the fall
to keep pushing
when all the wind wants me to do
is

    release.
stop pedaling
Kelly
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Kelly  F
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   Johnny Dust and Julia Celine
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