spring riding
my fingers twitch on brakesi focus on the earth at the end of narrow logs and bridges
on the spaces between trees
sitting behind my seat
surrendering to gravity
testing gravity
challenging gravity
the near defeat on the uphill, forgotten
nothing but the trail in front of me now
the space between the lodgepoles
with a blanket of orange needles
with some tears
exposing jagged rock and slick roots
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