running warm asphalt oceans
black surface smell of tar
shining in the sun
breathing up heat haze
heart pounding feet pounding
sunlight on shoulders
first to the top of the hill
pine shadows cooling
going down feels like cheating
not because of the ease
rather the sunlit golden field
and smell of wild flowers
have me flying
while the others are stuck
talking television shows
breathless down
on the pavement
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