The Crash

Dillon Guidera, Poet

Going down the slopes
at 100 miles per hour
getting ready to hit the jump.
Ramping of the jump and
went as high as a plane
and was soaring in mid air
Until, boom, I slammed into the snow
that was concrete.
Laying there the cold air started
to creep and crawl up my legs.
I lay there with everything
sprawled out until
I gain the courage to try again.