Over Confidence
A whispered breeze, the squeak of wax.
Virgin powder, two ski tracks.
A quiet lift, an uphill ride,
Gravity again denied.
A rock, a lip, the skis take flight.
In air the grace an awesome sight
Slams to earth, a desperate spin,
Damn I caught my tips again...
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