Uphill
Sherm's store stood at the top of the street,
the place all of us kids took our turn
being accused of stealing.
It was there, we lined up on our bikes,
racers and long distance riders, no need to pedal,
gravity provided speed, three, two, one, go!
Heads over handlebars, we leaned low,
gravel grinds, then flips, ricochets
and pings off frames, pelting ankles.
Spokes spin to a blurr, fast and fun.
Stern looks of determination
rode off our faces with smiles.
Finally, feet touch down miles from the store.
Pleasure replaced with realization,
as we turned and stared uphill.
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