climbing

Breathe stopping

through the jelly jar

climbing

In the flatlands

of misbegotten prairies

I take my mountains

where I find them, knowing

the trails are no less steep,

the switchbacks

no less sharp,

the questions, boulders.

Show me the

way, a glimpse at a time.

Lead me to open sky.

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