TWO SIDES OF THE COIN<\/b><\/p>\n
\njust back from a walk
\nmy feet wet, hands cold
\nglasses in search of wipers
\non the brink of a whimper
\nI remember the disturbingly dry land
\ncraving this long, cool, refreshing drink<\/p>\n
I revel in sparkling snowflake powder
\nravishing beauty, snowshoe paradise
\nas my stomach churns
\nwith thoughts of the hairpin turns
\non snow packed dirt roads
\nI must navigate at day\u2019s end<\/p>\n
rarely can I have it both ways
\ncheap food likely means someone is underpaid
\nlife supporting irrigation equipment drains
\nfish habitat and fisherman\u2019s playground
\nupscale housing distributes eviction notices
\nto deer, moose,\u00a0 families barely holding on<\/p>\n
it\u2019s not all about me
\nmy comforts or convenience
\nI can never know the reach of ripples
\nset in motion by my life
\nbut I can look through a wider lens
\nchoose from a deeper heart<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
TWO SIDES OF THE COIN just back from a walk my feet wet, hands cold glasses in search of wipers on the brink of a whimper I remember the disturbingly dry land craving this long, cool, refreshing drink I revel in sparkling snowflake powder ravishing beauty, snowshoe paradise as my stomach churns with thoughts of … <\/p>\n