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Rock Hopping

The document is a poem describing the speaker's activity of rock hopping along a flowing stream. In the early morning, the speaker rides their bike to the stream and spends the day jumping from rock to rock in the flowing water, taking brief rests in tree branches. The stream winds along the rocks in a restless but graceful way, never stopping as the speaker hops from rock to rock, passing the day exploring alongside the flowing water like their youth.

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Rock Hopping

The document is a poem describing the speaker's activity of rock hopping along a flowing stream. In the early morning, the speaker rides their bike to the stream and spends the day jumping from rock to rock in the flowing water, taking brief rests in tree branches. The stream winds along the rocks in a restless but graceful way, never stopping as the speaker hops from rock to rock, passing the day exploring alongside the flowing water like their youth.

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Rock Hopping

by Max Quayle

I rise early and consider all the day


before me --Bang, I'm on my way...
Pedaling, hustling – chasing the wind
I slow, I am here, my place
I dole out my time, like currency: 5

twenty minute tree climb,


five minute high bough rest
that's when I hear her...
likeathousandwavesallcrashing
At once. 10

Dropping down to solid ground, I eye her:


She winds along in a restless way
But takes a care to bow and sway,
and curl about the rocks out cropping
Flowing clean and never stopping. 15

I leap, moments flashing in the air


Will I make it? is it slick?
Thump. I land, I stand...
I lunge out quick,
Another rock, another perch 20

I wend my way, and pass the day...


Hoprocking, rockhopping
whilst the stream flows,
endless
like my youth. 25

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