Sledding Poem by Matt Mondschein

Awakened to thirty one nches plus
flakes, the size of golf balls
sled blade
waxed to perfectionist
Four foot high ramps
Three hoses connected
Alley iced

tobaggan with mirrored like glass
Shines
waterhose outstreched to the alley

neighborhood youth faces
gleam for a chance
down the autobahn -like asphalt

Ice-bound and built for speed
A sledders destiny for disaster
the luge awaits only the brave

Orange safety cones
luminate the night sky
as Cassie rocks in her chair
into the night
till the dawns early light
We raced