Cold skate,
twirling ice dancer,
slides over Perch below.

Sun dogs bark,
chase her,
rolling and tumbling on glossy veneers buffed by northwest gusts.
A journey swift, grace filled-breezes quicken each step.

She crouches low in a wide sweeping turn,
pushes hard against the relentless zephyr,
smiles, and rushes back to aching arms.
“I did it!”

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