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Driving in the late winter sun
the road bumps and bounces along
the hills and valleys, a bright stream
echoing the grey green water that
leaps up and out
and into view.
Trees and sun slash the shadowy woods
into ribbons,
the sky too bright to smile at
and cloudless.
When I get to the top, having swum upstream,
I shift and enjoy the coast downstream again
rollercoastering my way home.