Apple blossoms on the rows of trees
along the Middlebury dirt roads.
I rode my bicycle slowly up and down those roads,
stopping occasionally to pull out my sketch pad,
remembering the hasty ways I had streaked by
in October before the snow fell.
(five miles pedaling as fast as possible;
five miles running as fast as possible;
thirty push-ups;
exhausting runs up and down the football stands)

I drew the apple blossoms seriously that spring,
but this story is not as simple as it sounds
because if I had thought that I could
consistently run the downhill courses
a few seconds faster than the others,
it would not be the same.

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