Scott Simpson · Poetry

Blue Mountain

A Hush Between Seasons · printed pages 32–32

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BLUE MOUNTAIN

No one ever asked

if I wanted the mountain.

It arrived,

bluish and cold,

pressing its silence

against the edge

of every window.

Evenings,

I traced its outline

with my breath.

Sometimes it would vanish

under fog,

but always return

at sunrise,

just before the birds

began their small warnings.

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