When a skier "loses his edge," the literal edge of the ski
loses its grip on the snow and just skids out from under him.
Alarm sounds
and I’m out of the gate—
bobbing and
weaving,
dodging
the obstacles in my path
as I face the day.
Who stuck that flag way over
there???
I’m barely making it
through
but I’m still gaining speed
and I don’t know
how I can possibly
stay on my feet.
HELP!
I’m afraid
I’m losing my edge
and I’m about
to go down
hard
but somehow I keep going.
No medal
awaits me at the
end of the
day…
just a cup of coffee and,
if I’m lucky,
a good night’s sleep.
But at least I finished;
Some days
that’s the best I can hope for.
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