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His Mount Everest | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Bug no bigger
than a comma
scales the wall
next to my recliner.
He’s climbing
his Mount Everest

and headed
for the ceiling,
a solo climb,
no bug in front,
no bug behind him.
He has no gear

and miles to go.
He may fall
at any moment.
Let’s hope
he signed up
for Obamacare.


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