My Snowboard
A poem I wrote about snowboarding, and how it feels to do such a sport.
My snowboard is a wooden spatula
Going down the tongues of mountains
It is my lithe Russian Blue
Curving its body through the kitchen window
At 3. a.m
My snowboard is a swift cheetah
Rushing after its prey
It is a slippery floor
When you're only wearing socks.
Going down the tongues of mountains
It is my lithe Russian Blue
Curving its body through the kitchen window
At 3. a.m
My snowboard is a swift cheetah
Rushing after its prey
It is a slippery floor
When you're only wearing socks.
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