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ski
and see if
you
can find the balance
foot
to foot scale to scale
to
come back again
and
whisper tales
soft
as cottonwood woods
seen
from hickory gliding
a
path as steep
and
deep as you wish
a
snowdrift driven
by
wind and wind
crackling
your face
like
fire gone wild
whooshing
we’ve come
to
the crux of it all
no
more tales to tell
nor
time to practice falls
no
more time to fit
our
feet to bindings
wholly
to cry aloud
and
slip the final slope |
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