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Escondida

Mary Terrier '10

Everything is exposed: the twitching limbs
of leafless Aspens, the glinting asphalt wound

around mountains, the succulents: armed,
defensive. Here, every street is named

for a saint, every church bell chimes at once,
but try finding the horizon—blocked out by the dark

charred shoulders of mountains—only visible
if you climb, and climb.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 66, Volume 66: Issue 2

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