I saw him and ran
Pulse pumping, blood in my brains








It was steep








But what did I care?


I was right there,




My vantage point up on the crest, showed him to me,

HE

thought he was being quiet, camouflaged by grey lumberjack print

So I ran
Sticks. Scree. Trees.
Down,
down,
down.
Then I was going too fast, legs







MADE

to move faster than I meant
And I faltered, I choose to look at his face
It was concerned, reaching out to me
The blur was slow now, too slow
My internal glasses showed






ME

an obstacle,
Too late. I hit it and,






FLY.

Flying is funny, you know you will land, but for that second in the air,
You believe it won’t hurt a bit.
(And it didn’t.)

LODOB. OOLBD. BLDOO. LODBO. BLOOD.

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