sustains her grip with two ski poles
dipped down firmly into snow-covered ground
quietly above her
a city of clouds is forged
for two dollars, a man paints a portrait
of a wiggly child
a vague body in a white dress
waltzes, gown twirls
all of it rises as she
faces down, holds herself back -
knows that she is one step away
her frozen stance doesn't falter
she gazes upwards and lets
herself be surrounded with the
towers and mountains above
the city walls
a delicate ridge of air floats
into a field of cotton that becomes
a blanket of snow that shields
the once blue sky
she stretches up to see a castle, or a
hospital, an tower unknown,
a shape slurred by smog
and then more shapes
wild animals gather around her
her feet hold steady
she has arrived
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