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February 2016
Bobbie Lovell
bobbie@bobbie-lovell.com
I live with my two children and work in a corporate marketing department near Green Bay, Wisconsin.  My educational and professional backgrounds are in visual art, graphic design, and print production.  My hiking shoes and camera get much use — often simultaneously. My poems have appeared in several journals, and I received a 2015 Pushcart nomination from Star*Line. www.bobbie-lovell.com


At the summit

​
you find it was really
about the climb — 
​the trophy scrapes and bruises,
the tale of near disaster.
Nonetheless, you savor the view:
galaxies of pinpoint trees,
the sugar cube city,
silver veins of river.

Across the valley,
a grander peak gleams.
You nod your respects,
make a vow to return.
You know there will always be
another time, a greater height.
You know you were born
to die climbing — 

not mountains, exactly.
They’re just metaphors.

©2016 Bobbie Lovell
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