Rainier
so far away, yet
seems you’re here
within arm’s reach,
your snowcapped peak
will gently bleach
the clouds that hide you,
but on brighter days,
you’re like a harvest moon
teasing us to think
you’re closer than you are,
your color depending
on the paint
the sun will choose
to brush about your scars,
oh Rainier,
please come here,
and kiss us one last time.
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