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The Running Hill

A poem, free form

Standing at the top

looking out,
you can see so far.

But the hill is steep.

You take one step

then carefully another.

You intend to go slow

but the hill is steep.

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As you continue
the steps must come faster

and you must step lightly

or you will fall.
And then you are running,

the bottom of the hill

coming closer and closer.

You must move quickly
or you will fall.

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It's exhilarating and frightening,

air full of laughing and screaming

as you rush down and
the bottom rushes up.
Whether you reach the bottom

running or you somersault

out of control,
as you rush down
the bottom rushes up.

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Would that it could
have taken longer;
would you take the same steps?

Follow the same path?
As you reach the bottom of the hill

whether on your own steam
or caught in your own momentum

flying loose on the wind,
would it be worth it
to do it again?


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