Jack & Jill
The hill was usually off-white
& much steeper in the winter
a time when they would pull
their flexible flyer along centuries-old stone steps
a slow climb as others raced by
in the opposite direction
their prostrate bodies
a colorful low lying blur
—familiar voices screaming
in uncontrolled exhilaration
august two thousand twenty-four
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