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WORD STREET
Pat Tyrer
Nearly a thousand miles south of the Rockies
lie the Amarillo Mountains, hidden thousands
of feet beneath the plains, peaks rising
to ten thousand feet.
A magnificent range, hidden eons ago,
a granite structure beneath which hides
the decayed remains of animals and men
long dead.
Granite cliffs now protect those graves
turned to oil and carbon black, perhaps
too profitable for the oilmen to leave
resting.
Covered in scrub land, it’s hard to detect
the heights which lie beneath our feet as
we inhale the scent of agarita bushes
and honeysuckle.
Previously Published in Western Spaces, Western Places, Local Gems Press
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