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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid, we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's; and we proudly chalked it up to our experience. Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders, have lost their captious and so beatific image, and quite too often we got pinched by burdock, distracted by the robins chattering on a coarse descent; I champed on crisp strawberries, while he challenged his strength. My buddy never castigated me for my bizarre behavior, and I admired him for displaying humor without repulsion, or retort, and with chisel and hammer we engraved faces of historic men on the smoothest rocks which were replete with their handsomeness. Those adventurous afternoons are repealed when we look up, and recreate them through our Male Chauvinism, cheery not dumb; we felt like cave men making rudimentary drawings of their hunted animals, while their women picked wild chicory for an early dinner. Chums we were, resembling cowboys with wide hats in a chiaroscuro, drinking in a bar filled with fashionable ladies frolicking and saying hello; and chili con carne we ate, and plenty of beers to wash it down. After our money was all squandered, our pockets were empty and we felt alone, dazed...wobbling with fear, afraid to face our witless wives at home; we were two idiots wooing empathy and some undeserving love. And didn't they seem two witches ready for vengeance in their frown, trying to squeeze the truth out of our silent and pretentious mouths too fulsome? Frost will bring winter soon, and the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders will be covered, our hair have turned almost white to match the bright color of the deep snows, as this river is freezing up, to become a sheet of ice, where no boats or barges pass; and we play chess, the intramural game of a confined life, without those clandestine affairs. Our darlings approve with sweet intonation, intensifying their affection so amorous; and we embrace them with that tenderness that they have long desired... staring at the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders that these two climbers made their own, remembering the cold and the shivering...coming down to a valley of comfort and domain. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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