Shoulder Peaks

come on, c’mere climber but
please no closer,

allow me the intimate unhonour
of sweeping crusted flakes
from your man mountain
shoulders,

avalanche down slippery slides
through mid-winter sleep’s
tiny suicides,

tumblin’ head over the jugglers,
and handstanding mumblers
eyes first, down peak’s
steepest side to spot
far colder.

image: https://www.artpal.com/Abstractdestiny?i=79676-3

image: https://www.smartartdirect.com/product/abstract-indigo-mountains/

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