Sledding
Awakened to ten inches plus
flakes, the size of baseballs
sled blade
waxed to perfection
tobaggan with mirrored like glass
Shines
waterhose outstreched to the alley
neighborhood youth faces
gleam for a chance
down the autobahn -like asphalt
Ice-bound and built for speed
A sledders destiny for disaster
the luge awaits only the brave
Orange safety cones
luminate the night sky
as Cassie rocks in her chair
into the night
till the dawns early light
We raced
poem by Matt Mondschein
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