On skis
To this glacier
a month before you were born
I pulled you here
in a sled
a month before your first birthday
we've brought you here again
a month before the second
our new family tradition
each time you are older, bigger
each time this ancient glacier
smaller
melting, crackling, splintering, calving
I fear someday it will not be here
for you to bring your family
but more than that
I fear the day I won't be here
with you
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