Ominous yellow signs point the way,
precipice, off the edge of a cliff
half on, half off
I just have to commit,
lean downhill.
Powder thick, but icy
like rocks blocking my path
Keep my balance,
No don't fall,
Out of control
legs separate
skis not cooperating
Sun bright on the hill,
so steep,
It gets worse.
Lost.
Lost skis,
Lost poles,
Lost dignity.
To the snow in my boots,
And my back in the snow.
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