I listen to the music of the blades as they scrape
without a jacket...my scarf blows from the breeze
night starts to settle as the moon breaks the trees
from the glow of the stars like footlights on stage
the intricate line of my perfect figure eight
one leg behind me as I Axel then spin
winded from the icy air that I'm breathing in
alone on this venture--alone on the ice
I'm not afraid, in fact it's quite nice
solitude and retrospect that comfort my mind
my soul at peace from what I leave behind
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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