2 cents overdrawn
Mick Jagger on a full screen
MTV video screaming,
“I’m just waiting on a lady,
I’m just waiting on a friend.”
Gold Peak restaurant bar
warming my hands on a
steaming ceramic coffee filled mug
arriving one day later than,
the Vail Mountain employee draw.
Being 2 cents overdrawn and scribbling,
like Gollum caressing his precious, precious,
my powder snow poetry.
Leaving the restaurant like that,
I mean with blue words
on a white paper napkin
thinking them worth much
more than 2 missing pennies.
Pulling on down gloves
trudging into the wilderness,
like Strider the Ranger.
Never really fitting in
like a brown slab wood cabin
mud caulked chinked
with a grey stone chimney
sizzling snowshoe rabbit
smoke billowing wafting
through silent aspen’s.
It hangs drifting like
cotton ball clouds
sparkling crystals bending emerald boughs of pines.
A skinny ski trail snaking around
deep powder tree wells
to a stoked glowing fireplace
in the White River National Forest
warding off dusk.
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