Sunday, March 27, 2016

the skiers

the black dog is the fastest
followed by the man in orange,
orange to grey to black,
we trail behind
the snow dazzles us
sparkles so brilliant we would be blinded
if not for dark sunglasses,
our skin burned but for sunscreen
our lips parched but for precious water,
we would die happy in such
a wonderland.

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