a clash of mountain bikes
resound
along the ridge trail, and
two cyclists scream
to nonexistent gods
the length of their deep descent.
unearthed, an ancient femur,
female,
and a cache of potsherd,
unnoticed in the calamity--
sycamore echoes eddy
on the switch-back rill
where she birthed,
nursed and sang.
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