Saint Paul, 25 November 2013

Stopped for a high altitude blow
in an unnamed amphitheatre
blood thumps in my temples

You and I made long tracks
two unmeasurable erosional forces
packing expensive flyweight gear

Metric tons of dry powder
pin down the glacial cirque
I set up to take a picture

The window for snow angels
passes while you lie motionless
cinched up in down