A perfect ride
Is equal to music
Each turn is a sound
That adds to the song
A green a blue a black
Slow
Medium
Fast
Dainty little notes
And then a crescendo
My board is the conductor
Controlling the snow
That makes the noise
Making my song
Every hill
Adds another line
Of notes
I know the snow
Like I know my own skin
Every turn
Sharp and fast
Wide and slow
Creating the perfect ride
The perfect sound
Me
My snowboard
The snow
Together we make
My song
Stop
Telling
Woman
What
They
Can
And
Can't
Do
This is not ok
You think
Just because
When you were born
And the nurse held you up
Saying,
"It's a boy"
I have never wanted
Something more than I do now
The problem is
I don't know what
I don't know what
I long for
What I reach for
It's like a dream
Blurry and unrecognizable
I want this thing
In the car
After dark
With the headlights shining
On the wet pavement
Like stars on the ground
I curl up in my seat
And the news is on
Voices fill the car
Not my own
Not my dads
Comments
I never would have thought of snowboarding in this way, but I can see it now (or hear it in my head, rather)! "My board is the conductor" and "Together we make // My song" are both great lines!
Thank you!
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