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| SKIING ON THE LAST DAY OF SNOW
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The swish swish of cross country skis
on melting snow
is the sound of our bones
being cleansed. I ski
like a tai chi shadow, slow and long.
Jake is behind me. His first time on skis,
and he walk-skis in fear of falling.
He's balancing on a mountain
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from new poems
TBD
2009
Copyright © Jim Slominski
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