The structure creaks
from strong gusts,
Oslo stretched out
beneath me.

I clip on a blue
helmet, pull
the harness tight
over my body

like an anaconda
squeezes its prey.
The ski jump looms,
its drop yawning

in my chest. Carabiner
snaps, hands grip,
body pushed off
into a whirlwind.

My smile pulled
to its limits. The city
zooms towards me
like a telescope reaches

forward, buildings an
array of red, brown,
and gray. The Munch
museum winks

in the distance;
the paintings wishing
they could join me.
I soar across concrete

and metal, the gravity
in the ground
claiming me home.
The zipline jerks.

I’m standing at the base
of a newfound summit
shaking, wanting
to jump again.

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