Here at the top of Mount Scott
visitors can spot five lakes and two states
if weather’s not hazy. Down on the right
the Lawtonka boathouse where we sat
on the roof that summer, me kissing you
not for love then but for your love of stars,
naming them. To the north, a bluff
where Geronimo and his horse leaped
into Apache sky, escaping time and again
until finally, plumb weary, drifting in
like smoke for the safety of a cell —
three squares and fame but watched,
a fox refused its dignity. Flying off
a mountain was myth, we knew,
but given one sprint up into Big Dog,
the canicular boot of the night, just once
is all a warrior needs to make it true.
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Sandy Soli, writer and editor in Edmond, was a teaching artist and poetry editor for a decade. Her poems and fiction, appearing widely since the 1970's, include two award-winning chapbooks and an article on prose poems featured in Poet's Market. She enjoys collaborative projects with creatives in several disciplines.
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