11/30/2019: Gerry Muse #183 (mystery)
Why do you draw closer? Did the fate of your forebearers mean nothing? I offer you only hardship and ruin. Snow covered trails, rockslides, scrambles and switch-backs: Only the insane attempt such ascents.
Yes, I know you want to gaze out at the summit. Savor the Vista so few see. Smile at the surrounding countryside you’ve risen above.
Very well. Come. Court your death, if you must. What difference does it make to me?
sunlit snow
and the melting remains
of footprints
the mystery of longing
for the impossible dream
for Tanka Poets on Site’s Gerry Muse #183 (mystery)
Frank J. Tassone 
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