the sierra

give me the salty shore

and i’ll turn my cheek

to its endless rolling

i’ll take part no more

nude skinned burnt and kissed

by sun and sand

instead give me the sullen sierra

and i’ll open my hand

to the parched summer earth

looking up wildly

to lonesome vertical heights

and my struggle to climb them

shows me my own depths

goodbye lazy ocean ease

i want to be breathless

and reaching

climbing

exploring

this new land

maybe one day i’ll return famished

but for now i do not know

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