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mountain climber

This year, I said
Will be Different
(as all years are)
This year, I will build a little nest
of words in the middle of the school day—
A place to look away from all this noise and
joy, frustration and talk, bells ringing.
A place to burrow
into words. Five minutes. Ten.

for three days,
this blank folded paper
on my desk

If I was an athlete
I’d be a mountain climber
the whole point—don’t give up
don’t sit down and let snow cover you
keep moving up the mountain

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