ATOP MT. DISMAL
Upon reaching the summit, I realized
I was alone - that little shack I'd always
wanted had room but for one. Wind-breeze,
floggings of the elements, slant-rain and wicked
furies, everything conspired to keep me in place.
I couldn't even light the match I'd meant to light.
So many places I'd already been - all those crazy
Mounts : Pisgah, Ararat, McKinley, when it was
still called that. (My denial of Denali, which they call
it now, stems from nothing more than native envy).
You can call me a self-reliant Emersonian geek, a jerk
or a Thoreau-like geezer. Whatever you choose to say,
nothing's any easier. I harbor the grudge yet I forgive all too.
This shack has but room for one; no room for you.
Upon reaching the summit, I realized
I was alone - that little shack I'd always
wanted had room but for one. Wind-breeze,
floggings of the elements, slant-rain and wicked
furies, everything conspired to keep me in place.
I couldn't even light the match I'd meant to light.
So many places I'd already been - all those crazy
Mounts : Pisgah, Ararat, McKinley, when it was
still called that. (My denial of Denali, which they call
it now, stems from nothing more than native envy).
You can call me a self-reliant Emersonian geek, a jerk
or a Thoreau-like geezer. Whatever you choose to say,
nothing's any easier. I harbor the grudge yet I forgive all too.
This shack has but room for one; no room for you.
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