February 26, 2018
By boltman21172 GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
boltman21172 GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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I zoom down the snow-covered trail like the planes above, flying.

The roar of the snowmobile pushes for speed like I’m flying.

Except...for the tree, in the snow, I couldn’t see—so now I’m flying.

The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo.

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