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Dilemma, Take Two

Dilemma, Take Two

  I can breathe here. With exceptions, like when large groups of tourists descend upon the mountains. When engines rev too high. When children flock to the trails, run, scream at each other, in joy or out of spite. Mostly, it’s quiet enough to hear the mountains. If you listen carefully, you can hear them breathe, too. Not like my breath. Especially not like my labored breath after I walk up trails. Walking down them is much easier. But that’s…

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Being Where we Aren’t

Being Where we Aren’t

  The Merger of the Two-Fields   The trail unwinds To the left and the right Like a dream ride on A pendulum But nothing takes us there Except for strong legs And the desire to elevate The noise of the falls grows As we ascend left Fades as we go the other way Fades without a new increase In decibels The yellows the reds the whites Of the cascades burn – Trees branch out Touch one another Sing to…

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Magic Mountain

Magic Mountain

Took a drive then a walk then a climb then more walking. The walk became a discussion with a park ranger about an accident and a bike. She blocked all cars. No one could pass except the ambulance. Bike hits car or car hits bike. Too fast. All too fast. The Blue Ridge Parkway should be to dwell, not die. To dwell inside the blue, to derive the flesh of the blue air from the sky as it is, as…

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