Gramps hollered
he’d be damned but
he was going to ride
that new sled
down
that ski slope
and nobody could stop him
as he churned up
the beginner’s run
away from the trees
plopped onto the chartreuse saucer
and pushed off
crouched forward
he hung tight
in a cross-legged hump
slicing
a fluorescent stripe
down the hill
hit a rut
bounced high
did a double flip
and landed
saucer down
snow cloud puff
burning cigarette glowing
in place
streaking on
– Sheryl L. Nelms