I used to build
ramps
with bricks and plywood
and I soared over
things on my blue mountain
bike. Don't you remember
love, how it feels to fear
only what we do not understand?
And when you're 11 you understand
most of everything:
How to jump off swings
climb trees
catch bugs.
It seems the only thing I catch
lately
is that wicked thought
of catching my breath
as I brave that ramp
over things.
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