Sunday Series # 3

A series of rough drafts written on Sundays

I stumble across
The dawn like a poor skier,
Too scared to trust the fall line.
My adversary is clever
And strong.
By the time the sun rises,
I feel that I
Am lost.
Have lost
The battle
Before it begins.

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