The peaks of Norwatuk and Bear flush pink
In the slanting sunlight, mirroring your cheeks
The Metacomet-Monadnock trail
Lies across the ridge of the Holyoke
Mountain range. I want to tread each step
Of that path until I know its every
Evergreen. Every moss and princess pine
And quaking aspen. (Is it clear that the
Mountains are a metaphor for you?)
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