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At a high spot I stop the engine
Between the desert to the south
And tall, dark, blue mountains
To the north, where a child hiked.

Quiet and still—the most quiet
That I’ve ever not heard.
Until the mountains fill an
Empty pause with words.

“No longer young at heart,
Too old—you cannot stay.
Push On, but leave the boy
You once were…here.”