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We Are Over the Mountain Now


By Laura Eklund


As if we had been seized

A point and fastidious sigh

We were followed by a jewel.

White tigers are licking their paws

Where the lions are dancing

And we can see inside their eyes.

I am a meteor and a year.

We are always this dark vein

Reaching inside of ourselves.

We see the emblem of ourselves

Like we have been

Pitched from the river.

The green mountains

Mold themselves into hills.

The air feels like faith.

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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