Ski Lift To Heaven

February 19, 2009
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The frigid air nips at my skin
With icy teeth.
And I shift against the bare seat.

My feet dangle below, swinging absentmindedly.
Back and forth.
Back a n d f o r t h . . .
In metronomic rhythm.

I grip the sides
And take a tentative peek down,
Only to pull back briskly-
Unable to stomach the abyssal,
Pristine expanse below.

And I am ascended gradually,
In mad awaiting of what lies ahead,
What the bitter wind whispers of,
Sweet promises slipping by.

Trembling fingers tap in tolerant
And grey-flecked eyes dart towards the
Horizon ahead,
Towards the blinding white beams
Radiating forth.

How long?

How long must I wait
On this ski lift to

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