By Peggy Shumaker

In the Grand Teton of your heart
I lie hidden,
fossil left
by an ocean long gone.

In backlit cummulus of your heart
I add drop by drop
to your moisture
my specific gravity



but fail

to reach earth.

In the rising Gros Ventre
of your heart, I wade,

herd of elk, coats thickened for winter.

In the antique landslide
of your heart
I live on,
sharp-edged red
earth, secret shape
the mountain kept.

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