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the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountai

the sky sinks its blue teeth
into the mountains.
Rising on pure will
the lurch & lift off
the sudden swing
into wide white snow
I encourage the cable.
Past the wind
& crossed tips of my skis
& the mauve shadows of pines
& the spoor of bears
& deer
I speak to my fear
rising riding
finding myself
the only thing
between snow & sky
the link
that holds it all together.
Halfway up the wire
we stop
slide back a little
a whirr of pulleys.
Astronauts circle above us today
in the television blue of space.
But the thin withers of alps
are waiting to take us too
& this might be the moon!
We move!
Friends this is a toy
merely for reaching mountains
merely
for skiing down.
& now we're dangling
like charms on the same bracelet
or upsidedown tightrope people
a colossal circus!
or absurd winged walkers
angels in animal fur
with mittened hands waving
& fear turning
& the mountain
like a fisherman
reeling us all in.
So we land
on the windy peak
touch skis to snow
are married to our purple shadows
& ski back down
to the unimaginable valley
leaving no footprints.

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