“The mountains are so dominant
that some days the people refuse
to look at them as children
turn away from the fathers who beat them.”
– Jim Harrison
Though I live where mountains never were,
I understand the motivations of the eagle
who mounts skyward each morning, higher,
to brush the peak with the tip of her wing.
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Day 12 of Jilly’s “28 Days of Unreason” dawns brightly, and with a prompt that offers more than a poet can see by reading it. In my case, I tore it apart and inhaled the confetti of a dead poet’s intent.