Snow, blinding white rushes by.

Wind rushes as if the top’s down

On I-95. Jacket flaps wildly around

A built upper body crouched low.


Approaching the jump with too much

Speed. Adrenaline junkie coveting

Weightlessness. So difficult to come by.

His snowboard’s nose meets the jump’s base.


A matter of seconds before launch time. Bends

His knees. Leans back. Loads the pop off the

Tail as the nose hovers in the air. And then

There is nothing. He floats.



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