my sisters ski in front of me
they have nearly the same big gentle turns
like they are braiding an invisible thread
i learned this turn from them
before my turns short and scalloped
or like slalom, unturning, just straight down
the sun in the trees
white bark against sapphire sky
i make big fast turns
wind whipped hair
soft powder under skis
i feel exhilaration
the rhythm here is different
long undulating turns
the end of one flowing into the next
endings flow into beginnings
the memory of your kiss lingers and fades
creating this space in my heart
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