by Margie Anderson
copyright © June 22, 2017
That’s my mountain
My trees
My wind
My hollows
And you went and put your tower on it!
Staked your claim so high
to out distance my grim face
to stand in steel defiance
of my little girl dreams.
You think you won.
But my fog on many nights
lays clinging white bandages over the top
and my mountain forgets you for awhile.
