Snow Fly

SEED: gliding in an eternal glissade
(a double Fitz)

Some climb a forlorn peak, striped with pristine white

to get a better, clearer view of life and all --
but only find another, higher peak to ascend;

while others, especially those who did not hike alone,
prepare for the most thrilling decent to breathless mundanity --
the fearbound thrill of glissading down -- on blind faith alone.

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Find a gifted branch to rudder balance and steady hand.

Run so confidently across sharp boulders of adversity -- and leap
upon the corn-snow patches -- glittering reflections of yearning,

and glide, ski-less, witless -- yet ever in preparation
for the ending -- and feckless dash across life's barren spots
to leap again, onto a glistening stretch of hope.

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