abandonment and recollection.

racing
tying up laces
and letting go

looking for the highest hill
the spark
the evening breath of sunlight
cresting, just ahead

air moves in, and out

rewind--fast forward

all the miles spent traveling
moments together
a glimpse, pulling backwards

older memories speed forward
each pound of the foot
draws them in, and out

spinning at the top of the hill
yelling, screaming, shouting
tiny pricks of grass, flattened

sprinting back down again