On the Trail

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xxxxxxxxxxxxx.....I talk to my bones
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbefore I start,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbegging
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe warm marrow
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxStanding at the peak
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xxxxxxxxxxxI take it and dream my way down,
xxxxxxxxxxxskiing new powder,
x xxxxxxxxx going past a few tracks that cut
xxxxxxxxxxxthe hill on the traverse.
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xxxxxxxxxx xI whisper a caution now and then
xxxxxxxxxxxto shadows rushing past me......
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xxxxxfrom / Two Ghosts/ poems/Lyn Rochelle
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