The Summit

It’s lovely at the summit if you care to make the trip.

The return is fast and furious if at the top you slip.

Early morning is the darkest at the sec before the dawn.

You just let go and feel the breath imagine you’ve nothing on.

Every night I go there, sometimes I don’t recall.

But when I do is when I wake, I’ve no control at all.

Last night I felt the summit with feet still young and strong.

I felt the breeze of youthful ease and a belly full of song.

Dennis Mantin

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