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Midday light unfolds a shawl
How strange that it can numb the cold
Sun skirts the brow of peak and mound
where white on white can blind the eye
and seize the moment for awhile

Sweat trickles from his forehead,
He pauses now, to take a breath
He'll hesitate to scar the snow
this sterile and pure from earth to sky
like fresh washed sheets hung out to dry

The dunes above are striped with trails,
like distant rails, of twin-lines drawn
He'll take a rest, then a last shalom, 
until, at last, he'll head for home

He frowns against the brilliant glare
reminded of a Hitchcock tale
He's spellbound in the frigid air. 
A  morning haze rescinds to blue 
The world he knew of silent clues
will not respect his fortitude
He knows not of its will to take
or stake its claim without remorse

He pushes off at lightning speed
A deep crevice, the deed is done
The bliss is gone, the thief has won
And  what is lost, can't be recalled

When last, he's  found, ..a  bird ascends
to sweep the sky, to lift him high
High into clouds, and through the sky
to where tall mountains must be climbed

It's white on white, where sheets are sterile, 
a life unfurled against the light
The light is strong, it blinds the eye
The bone, the spine , the pain, the plight
He'll live somehow.  A chair, he's bound 
from now until the light is gone....

White on white…the nights live on,
……and life is changed from this day on



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Based on a true event
4/9/17
For Charlotte's contest: Open Poetry Contest 2

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