Summer  Freedom

Jack Blommel 4/23/14

Summer Freedom

Strolling up the hill,

one of many times in the past.

Pushing, pushing again, then stepping on

the 39 inches of momentum.

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Finally, at the top of the hill.

One foot on the board,

one foot on the smooth, freshly paved road.

I pick my foot up off the ground,

and I'm moving.

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I start slow,

but as the street slopes down,

I accelerate at an intense rate,

and I crouch down to accelerate even more.

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As I continue to gain speed,

I lean forward, then backward,

as I start to make long, S-shaped swoops on the street.

I take in the summer air,

as it slaps me in the face.

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As the hill evens out,

and I start to slow down,

I reach the end of the street,

ready to repeat the process

again, and again, and again.

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