close to snow
Close to snowIn the forest alone
In a place between work and spiritual nirvana
Like teen spirit
Shocked by a shard of the hawkdun range
Dressed in evening wear
Found a new track and rode hard
Concentrating so hard on nothing
So I couldn’t think any more
Just a perfect physical machine
Complete in every moment
That precise moment
So close to snow
Light weird
Sun wearing a heavy mask
Gone but still there
Then the swimming dam
Empty like an institution from the fifty’s
Wind getting up around it
Trees battling against it
Like Janet may have done
In a long wide hallway in the Maniototo
Then she came
And the moments were lost
Like lovers lose their way too often
So I jumped into the car
Drove quietly away
Trying not to disturb the riot
Labels: snow children come mental she central otago mountain biking
posted by Mattenz @ 2:30 pm
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