11/17
Sonnets From Other Lives: Aaron & Lia

With the last switchback they made the moraine
& looked down on the glacier far below.
Tahoma loomed before them as if framed
by the winter blue sky. They stomped down the snow
with their skis & sat & settled in to eat:
bread & cheese—a thermos full of soup.
Lia played St. Francis with the jays she
fed by hand—a kind of counting coup
with the mountain’s bolder denizens.
They stood & pointed their long skis downhill--
telemarking through fresh powder &
stopping now and then among the still,
& frozen sculpted trees until the ride
ended at the lodge at Paradise.