Shrieking with laughter she free wheeled down the hill

Plaits like twin kite tails streaming behind her

Starlings screech. An owl, late to bed, screams blue murder

Her red cardigan, an emblem, against the unrelenting green

Straight legs held aloft, exquisite pleasure of heels

Digging into thin air. The rush of wind on soft cheeks

Exhilaration of speed, obliterating all thoughts of

What she's left behind

 

Unkind words that, once spoken, cannot be unheard

Ripping of the safety net that decency had woven

Easy breaking of vows that once held tight

 

She surrenders to the momentum

She reaches for the momentous

The noise was ear-splitting

He was only doing thirty

She came out of nowhere

She was smiling but not breathing