Lava Run
On a dark lava ledge looking down at “Lava”
Emerald turns to white; the river speaks, anticipation peaks
they point and discuss – a perfect run at Lava – always a dream
Squinted eyes , hushed whispers – she walks away; her run done in her mind’s eye
Focused eyes, pounding heart –
Colorado tugs at the bow, a deft flick of the wrists
the Lava run has begun –
Tendrils of foam licking at the tubes , whitewater kiss
Past the ledge hole, through the v-wave;
a wall of water, a thunderous crash
luck n’ skill – another near perfect run
she smiles today, she’s above Lava once more .
– Ambika, May 2007
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