The Inward Eye
The months stretch on, I
Have no choice
Enter the snowboarding movie
In my mind’s eye I keep them,
Never far away
Wonderful and simple
Alone in the trees
Riding on the Dark Side of the Moon
Dropping into Hawthorne’s Bowl
Each moment carrying me through the summer and fall
Yet I know these will soon be replaced by others
Enter the new season
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