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poetic description of when I crashed my snowmobile |
| White Snow Reflected Sunshine Helmet Air Roaring Engine Straight Away Slammed Visor Full Throttle 10.........15……………20………25…………..28…………..30………….…………….35 Mechanical Wings Free Joy Whipping Trees Blurred Vision dIStRaCtED miNd Did I have homework? What do I need to study for? Snapped to Attention too late corner fast approaching straightaway too short Brakes Not enough time CORNER Track slides through the snow BIRCH TREE SHIT CRUNCH Flying on fearful wings----Which way’s up? Dented snow----Helmet knocked off Breathing-----my own? I’m not dead? Sun in my eyes---disoriented ow---Sit up slow Cracked helmet---blood on the visor? See it on the snow---not much Evaluate the damage---snowmobile going nowhere----face still attached Parents are gonna kill me walk home. |