Jan and Bill Dring: Poem for Steamboat

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Our friends Guy and Arlene Lothian come to Steamboat every year for some good skiing. Often a particularly fine run will inspire Guy to write a poem:

Drop Out

Time narrows.

Edges carve into

moguls with

soft bellies and boney backs

like snowy oxen.

They relent

Surly, they resent.

Skis stir sprays of

cold powder.

The earth

falls away

to

the vast milieu

of the West.

Time stops.

Each crest links

the DNA of

solitude.

Each turn summons tiny tears in tendons.

Ligaments strain.

Nerves numb.

The tyrant of focus

crowds out doubt,

banishes thought.

Each turn, each tiny cut

folds time.

Demons chase us down

the fall line.

Poem by Guy Lothian.

Sincerely,

Jan and Bill Dring

Steamboat Springs

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