Sunday, 19 April 2009

Moments in Time ... 37 Years Apart.

Friday at work, a routine request. 
A company name, long forgotten.
I catch my breath.....
he would be 55 now.
One year older: he had left school; had a job; had money.
A young tiger on rock.
Conquistador Crack on a late summer evening,
every muscle and nerve straining I try to match his ease and grace.
Later that year, a fall on ice.
Showers of sparks illuminating the way as he slammed into rock.
Then gone into the night. 
.... "Thats ok", I say, "same stuff, just another manufacturer".

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