Spilled Moonshine
In the month of May
we ski the debris:
dust, twigs,
broken branches
clumps of mistletoe,
pines cones and pine needles,
sun cups and sap,
everything but snow
it would seem
in the month of May.
But climb high enough,
doggedly enough,
and a sip of winter yet awaits
pooled among the rocks
like spilled moonshine.
–Tele Món, Shadowboxer II, 2020
Saving Bubba
Every day you train
to pull Bubba
down a mountain
covered in rocks and gullies
and caked in ice.
You do not hesitate to
ride the brake
and hipcheck the crossbar
looking for every advantage
against the great weight
of a slip sliding Bubba.
There is no flaming out
beneath this hot load.
No crumbling or folding–
the edges and thighs must hold.
Which is why you
train your legs to
Tele every day
in every way.
— Tele Món, Shadowboxer II, 2020