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Going Westward Within
The doorway this morning is what
happened once on a mountaintop
in Colorado at dawn, the light
signaling every peak along the horizon
to awaken themselves in the eyes of all there
on that windy, reddening ledge of rock.
But it was for us to take from the occasion
a DNA-like code of glory and hold fast
to it, so that on some unknown day
we might go westward again to climb
that mountain, to thread our way
up the steepness to dawn-lit summits.
(Published in Pinyon Review, No. 16, October 2019)
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