Ski Tango

Ski Tango

Pinet, Carolyn Pettit
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Ahead of me Hardscrabble

cracks knuckles against clouds.

Behind the Bridgers splay

crags in the oystery air.

I move to a tango.

Skies and poles glide, cut, break.

I am partnered by the wind

against whom I tangle, kick.

A flake catches my lash,

blurs tracks and trees.

Snow, manna from heaven,

cascades in a whirling mass:

shredded paper tangos

refigured under foot,

a half-moon, then a twist,

a white, zig-zagging shake.

I bend into the hill,

Push up to Downey’s Butte.

Here tango, snow, rhythm

conjure together as one.

I launch myself off, fly

down vertical twin tracks,

lean backwards, then forwards,

legs bent under torso.

The wind enters me, a lover

I taste, sharp, sweet.

My heart uncurls its fist.

I dance closely embraced.

Originally published in Big Sky Journal. 

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