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Exhilerate
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English Prompts and such I smiled childishly in this photo those years ago
Blocking the blistering sun from burning out my eyes
With my clip-ons matching my chestnut hair
My old coach holding my shoulder, back from battling
The Lyme disease he had, which I myself would
Two years later be battling.
My hair wrapped in the realm of my helmet
That middle length that gave me the name
Jesus, a name that tortured me through public school
I hated that helmet, beat up and uncool
Not the kind for boarders like us.
Me Matt, and everyone else in line for the lift.
I unclipped the buckle and set my chin free.
I remember hopping onto the chair, praying I would make it
Safely off, as I slid onto the glistening snow
I heard it crunching under the clench of my board
And felt the wind blow back in my face to steal my breath.
The edge digs in too far and I flip. My helmet falls off
I just keep riding, and my hair too whips in the wind
I do miss it dearly- I have forgotten how to ride
But I remember the crunching beneath me
The loss of breath and my flailing hair
Experiencing Exhilaration
