On Mount Rainier

Meredith Smith

Barely a ghost on sun days,
She breaks through clouds,
She argues for space and sky,

She looks down upon

the ageless seas,
the speeding boats,
the busy people,
and the aching world below.

She doesn’t know what it’s good for.

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