By Susan Wagner
A mountainous wasteland
Oxygen molecules spread
So far apart, they’re nearly
Useless. Snow and ice reign
In this place of tested limits
And ferocious endurance.
To summit is the grail.
To return, is the trick —
Over two hundred frozen
Bodies litter the range,
Their bright-coated bodies.
Left where they fell,
No way to transport them,
They belong to the mountain.
Susan Wagner, a former therapist, facilitated creative and poetry writing group therapies. She’s published poetry, short stories and feature articles for many years and taught both creative and business writing. Susan is currently finishing her second novel and is an editor with The Pearl S. Buck Writing Center.
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