not above question

Poems

Dec 3

at 34000 feet the clouds a fleecy blanket

moon-enchanted to pearly gray-white

Mt. Jefferson a looming black triangle

penetrating the woof and weave

occasional eerie glows haunt the pattern

as cities’ fear to yield to night’s darkness

pierces what Nature had enjoyed for eons

human ingenuity using energy against

what has long sufficed for uncertain gain

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Author of the Nandria Series, MaryJane is a retired family practice physician who grew up in the Midwest but now lives in the Pacific Northwest.

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