The Pearwood Summit
I’m thinking of the sledding hill on my childhood street tonight.How tall it felt flying down in a saucer sledFalling out before running into the small copse of pinesThat promised hard impact with low, snagging branches.I remember one winter Nick loaned me his snowboardHow I slid down the expanse of white with gritted teeth.Swaying, arms outstretched,Too much Indiana in my legs, too flat and…











