Sport 42: 2014
The dogs will find you first.
Even under the snow
they can smell the fear and sweat
and polypropylene socks.
Your grandfather can smell it too.
He’s faster than a dog and pulls you out
by the scruff of your neck.
At five, you were strapped into a pair of skis
like Edward Scissorfeet. Disturbed,
eating a sandwich with metal poles
dangling from your arms.