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Dirt Bikes

Trails dissolving and reforming, laced

with pine needles, chipped rocks, holes,

dirt bikes sliding through the obstacles

without a breath left over, the bottom

rising to meet them, a ditch to leap over,

a thorny bush covered with red berries,

the sky sunny enough to blind any eyes,

where accidents result in white casts

on ankles, wrists, legs, hands, arms,

rocket graffiti covering them in hospitals,

or a safe arrival, sweaty and destined,

the excitement jumping off smiling faces,

until each bike is dragged up the hill again,

heavier each time, until evening arrives,

and they must cover themselves in garages,

where spiders lie on webs, cars have dreams

of being smaller, with handlebars, with speed.

Donald Illich