6 Chair’s Lift Line, Breckenridge

139 • An apple’s the teacher’s pet of fruits, always begging me, me, me. • First in line’s blushed Yellow Delicious or tinged Honey Crisp. • It’s the blonde who looks your way with her eyes’ curtains closed. • Some other churning’s the galactic hooha Lady Gaga snowfalls money of. • Snow’s desire in white disguise as is Lady who prefers the banana. • An Italian couple’s busy ignoring Please Alternate because it’s language. • When a patroller bids the kumquats Stop, they in their tracks do. • The lifework of the orange is to be juicy and unrhymable. • An orange storage shed marked High Voltage approximates both. • Peeling an orange resembles undressing a woman only in rudimentary yearning. • It’s pears breasts resemble layered in down like grounded birds. • The kiwi resembles a green eye symmetry gives us two of but not the seed complete. • When fate proffers lemons, imagine women wedged in a maze awaiting your ride. • That’s a mirage, as is distant Mount Helen’s holding hands with Father Dyer Peak. • Grapes give us wine which is thank you to please as sky is to ground. • In this light the Tenmile Range happily tongues a tangerine horizon. • Snow, says Li Po, is besotted gods’ grabbing a cloud and grinding it into white dust. • At least that’s what translator David Hinton says Li Po says in stitched lines. • In poems the first word faces forward, the rest a helmeted back of head sliding away. • We’re bound for the chair lifting each by each above the shy white eternal. • Be of good cheer, my friends, for the ride, signs say, lasts a mere ten minutes. 6 CHAIR’S LIFT LINE, BRECKENRIDGE KEVIN STEIN ...