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We Are Over the Mountain Now

 

By Laura Eklund

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As if we had been seized

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A point and fastidious sigh

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We were followed by a jewel.

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White tigers are licking their paws

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Where the lions are dancing

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And we can see inside their eyes.

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I am a meteor and a year.

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We are always this dark vein

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Reaching inside of ourselves.

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We see the emblem of ourselves

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Like we have been

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Pitched from the river.

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The green mountains

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Mold themselves into hills.

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The air feels like faith.

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Laura Eklund lives and writes in Olive Hill, Ky. She has published three books, and has published in many journals including Southern Women's Poetry Review, ABZ, and Lalitamba. She is also an artist. You can see her art on Facebook at The Art of Laura Eklund.

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