To the Mountains

Take me to the mountains.

Take me where I cannot hear

the traffic in the streets

sirens’ distant screams,

where the traffic inside of me

fades into kettle screeching

and foggy hillside mornings.

Where I can look out of the window

to where cold is settling deep

and look forever and think and dream

warm, quiet, serene

and steal away from the bustling.

Take me to the mountains.

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