WHITE WATER

twilight in the mountains.

gentle glow traces the ridge line

and the crawling white whispers on the pass

shimmy back and forth, undecided

tossed back and forth by the spring breeze and the disappointed skiers

can't make up their minds which way to go

they look like the surface of water.


you heal me.

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