mini icicled drain pipes
black ice wary
snow stacked on rooftops
keeping heat inside
goofy or regular
can’t stop giggling
mom, eye roll, it’s the way you put your feet
on the board
left foot goofy, right foot regular
I thought he was a joker
goofy every time
sun block faces
helmets goggles gloves and chapstick
gear here there everywhere
lodge bar opens at eleven
ten looking for a bloody mary
hey
it’s Nevada mild or spicy
little tiny humans little tiny skis
pink pink cheeks hot chocolate breath
snow echoed sunshine
dripping in my eyes
table save at lunch time
walkie talkie banter
checking out the new gear
wishing I didn’t have this fear
of
down hill racing
I am
lodge mom
jeans, uggs, writing notes
meeting folk from far away
passing the time of day
snow bunnies and hunks doing the skiboot walk
and I keep one eye on the ski patrol shack
bartender and me old buds
filling up his tip jar
by four I own this lodge
pine needled alpine air
tired happy faces
and the pipes
still
drip
icicles