Iditarod
vacation’s
peak
where
the wilderness
reenacts
the fates forged
by
cryogenic rendering
Tennis
racquets tripping toes
pressing
patterns upon
the
treads of snow
Wolves
amass over the icy ridge
watching,
waiting
for
the submissions of untrained eyes
Frozen,
under glassy shards
frigid
little stings, so harsh, so very
persistent
is its brittle bite
Eventually,
when in a perpetual state of numbness,
the
pursuit of warmth grows forgotten, somehow
arriving
at the point, where frost and irrelevance mix
