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The Mountain
The mountain pass. Snowed in during the winter. Closed. During the summer, the windy road leads to a majestic blue lake. Snow still surrounds. Even though many travel. It feels like mine. Peace within.
serenity
something about the mountains
snow covered peaks
across the bridge toward
an unknown destination
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5:30. Rush hour. A typical day north of Seattle. After teaching, I join my daughter, Emily, for coffee. We chat, sip our drinks, and read over resume stuff. I look up from our conversation and two ducks peer into the window at us. We laugh and join them outside.
city center mall
outside a café window
two ducks wander
a retention pond
behind the grocery store
The Mountain
The mountain pass. Snowed in during the winter. Closed. During the summer, the windy road leads to a majestic blue lake. Snow still surrounds. Even though many travel. It feels like mine. Peace within.
serenity
something about the mountains
snow covered peaks
across the bridge toward
an unknown destination
/www.coloradoboulevard.net/poets-salon-ordinary-extraordinary/
5:30. Rush hour. A typical day north of Seattle. After teaching, I join my daughter, Emily, for coffee. We chat, sip our drinks, and read over resume stuff. I look up from our conversation and two ducks peer into the window at us. We laugh and join them outside.
city center mall
outside a café window
two ducks wander
a retention pond
behind the grocery store
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