by Joost Steffensen

Created on: September 09, 2010

A mound of green rising to the heavens

Me on top surveying the terrain

I push my feet firmly on the pedals

My girl, her dress up to the knees, squealing on the handlebars

Slowly at first

Small jolts translated to paroxysm of laughter

A shoe lost but not cared about

Fear's delightful intimacy

Her hair, smelling of summer

Speckled light dappling the trees

A racetrack of dandelions

A fast bike, a slow mind

Bone breaking rattling through my body

Screams that split the air

A tire hits a stone

Lifting us to a moment of airborne eternity

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