Great Hill Fire Tower
It’s best here in deep evening
The sun barely set over Sandwich Dome
The hills’ light purple turns dark
Lights wink on in Tamworth Village
A star starts to shine, then two -
Constellations take shape, they move
On their vast journey towards the dim West light
Where lie the hills I can’t yet name
Between the Ossipees and the Sandwich Range
Here is the universe’s silent spot
The heart takes shape, starts to reach -
Toward nine I come down from the tower
Make my way over rocks to the trail
I keep an ear out for snapping branches
Like most sane men I’m afraid of ghosts
I still don’t bring a flashlight here
I know the way home by heart.
Dana Steele
Tamworth
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