The last time we saw the mountain
it was 1965 and bowling was
the new
yoga
we knitted ourselves scarves
to stay warm and
stretched
our imaginations on plywood
floors
and we focused on a new
language where
nature
nurtured
the last time i saw the
mountain i laid
down to
rest
and when i awoke the
mountain was
gone
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The mountains of dirt are still here but the mountains of ice are disappearing at such a rapid pace there’s no turning back. Climates change but we continue to deny our role in it. How much will the waters need to rise before people believe?