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Date Posted: 22:33:15 08/13/02 Tue
Author: Gray Squirrel
Author Host/IP: 0-2pool17-48.nas49.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.146.17.48
Subject: The Snowman

The Snowman

People standing in
Small groups, conversations.
Interesting, but actors.
I don't have a script.

I don't know my character.

I wonder if she misses me.
I don't think she knows
I'm waiting.

Large parts of life
Returning as reminders
Every few seconds.

Holding a cigarette up,
The tip looks like
The Matterhorn...

5 or 6 years old,
And my brother thought
It was his duty
To make me manly.

It always seemed idiotic to me,
So I resisted.
He thought that meant "sissy",
But "womanly" seemed even
More idiotic to me...

Simplicity, characters,
Scripts.

I didn't get one.

The Matterhorn,
I was told it was
Too frightening,
Or I was too small,
Or something...
Translated as "dangerous."

I didn't quite grasp
The distinction.

I remember being frightened,
Looking up at it, resisting.
I remember being delighted,
Standing in line to ride now.
I don't remember the transition.

Maybe I was older now, or something,
Maybe not too small, but
Somehow that became
My favorite ride anywhere,
Ever.

I don't know why.

No matter if the lines are long,
And everyone likes it,
I still do.
No matter advances in technology,
Delights, and everyone thinks it's
Stupid, I still
Like it.

There's a better thrill
That plays on your soul,
That crawls through your
Memory, that blends
With your history...

In and out of the mountain,
Precariously on the sides,
The Yeti, the waterfall,
The bleak white majesty.

Metal on metal,
Taken.

-Gray Squirrel

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