On that day
when the roads ahead of you were clean.
Running you took a leap
eyes closed
arms stretched out
and plunged.
The day was different then
when life was about climbing bars and falling into sandy pits.
As our bodies mature
grow soft lines and aches form
like new snow on and in our skin.
The leaps fade into a similar
slump.
Yet the fire is there
welling like a furnace inside
burning the esophagus and the inner part of
your loins.
And it can be released
in the terra cotta days of old age
and in the bright lights of youth.
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