on the top of the last drop 
to the bottom of the

hausberg in garmisch
flying into the clear air

at speed gaining
more altitude than

I had planned
soaring into the

snow driven blue 
while my love

watched below 
and cheered

as i landed perfectly
in mid slope and in

two fast turns 
screamed to a halt

and was awarded 
a half liter of perfect

augustiner helles 
which vanished down

my throat in seconds
with a second on the way

yes it was like that 
in those days long ago