the river flows
south in flatlines to the strait
as bicyclists peddle briskly against the wind
up slopes that youthful riders cope
restlessly reaching their peaks
until aging stumbles them downstream
pooling up
at dams
wild horse
wheels galloping
sliding day into
night over ends
o to be youthfully invincible
compensating for every
error
fumbling through
every endeavor
without becoming
devoured
to pulse a youthful heart of heated air
rising like white
butterflies on thermal drafts
like spirits
flitting to and fro
overcoming every
crosswind blow
gravitational
enemy of time
as over the falls we eventually go
washed up driftwood and
polluted
to rise in the sun shaft over the ledge
March 11, 2017
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