Deep tracks in deep snow
lead us toward the mountains
drifting snow banks consume our
car, red spotlight in a blank canvas
grows smaller as we venture With
purpose, ankles ache in the thick
boots on stiff ground. She smiles
the whole way, laughing at our
circumstance, how am I so stiff?
Our final stretch forked in two men
waiting for a revelation, are we it?
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