this was wild and new
crunch of freshly fallen snow
exciting,  fresh,  sweet

secrets revealed in slight dishonesty
blinded by the sun still
streaking through the clouds

drifting slowly farther
away from the coast —
not quite ready for a life raft
but sure the shore too far

derisive laughter: a secret language —
little conversation without condescension
a delicate dance toeing the line
between delusion and reality

falling face first forward —
snow once shallow
deep enough now
to swallow me whole

in response to B+


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