Sunday, January 15, 2017

skating is hard

every time I am surrounded by towering trees
iced in pristine snow,
I am breathing hard and wondering why
why do I do this skating thing
where form falls to the fallacy of
pretending I know how
the hills roll in front of me
I flail over them until I stop and breathe
in magnificent beauty, clean air, silence
but for my breath.
skating is hard
living is hard
remember the beauty along the way.

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