POST CARD FROM WHITE
PASS
Shelling left-over peanuts
in bottom of my pack at High Camp,
chased inside by snow, rain, poor
visibility caused by things
having nothing to do with weather--
coffee and orange.
Shells piling on a napkin.
Mammoth had 3-feet of snow
in 36 hours? Is that possible?
Did I ski with you a week ago?
Your song loud sunshine.
You're red beans and rice.
Peek at the Minarets.
Slender towers of basalt.
About to take me down
Dave's Run, that much
confidence in your Dad
following his son into snow.
Dad
22 March 2018
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