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Poem: The Skier 

The bright sun glistens

on a white snow covered trail

between tall trees

barren of leaves

sculpture

against the snow and

the bright blue sky

Alone

I ski across the trail

the only sound the shush

of my skis

a twig breaking under

a snow capped bough

and the sound of my breathing

  • A poem by Dorothy Gutterman.

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