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The Asking

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The undiscovered land
of the high desert
takes our faces
in her hands
and asks,
“What kind of people
are we?”

“What kind of people
do we want to become?”

She has a way
of changing us
as we walk past
the rocky, dark soils
with giant cedars,
the singular mountain,
white-capped,
and the coyote
moving in his spring dance.

This undiscovered land
takes our faces
in both her hands….
and asks….

and asks….

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