Gravel crunches,

Wheels spin. Tears from wind and dust in my eyes.

I’m flying.

My wrists hurt,

I’ll pay for this tomorrow.

Sweat on my back, sun on my face.

I’m flying.

Rocks in the path

Jolts to my arms

My palms are raw

I’m flying.

The speedometer says thirty

I squeeze the brake

Twenty-five. No

Cops on the mountain.

I let go.

I fly.

Wind in my hair,

I wipe sweat from my forehead.

I skid sideways,

And wheel my steed to the lift.

Up again, to fly.