Fly From The Sky In July (July Contest)

Fly From The Sky In July
With a big dump of snow
Frozen waves grow
Curling over like an ocean breaker

But still
Deadly
Quite Still
Called a cornice

Quite enormous
No visible harness
An avalanche before it launches,
Itself earthward

So me and Jase,
Eighteen and invincible
Would climb to the top,
edge to the edge of the edge of the cornice

till the world fell away
and we skied sky, snow and adrenaline
And did not die.
Fuck knows why.