August 10, 2017
by Elizabeth Done
Seeley-Swan High School, Grade 12
They are the valley's eastern sentinels
granting passage to the sun.
They are rigidly cut shadows under
violet chalk skies.
They're a skiff of oil upon water,
shifting in light, unfurling with each step,
until the puzzle pieces have rearranged themselves.
Their distant counterparts are hazy scenes on
Grandma's rabbit-ear television.
Their steel hue is the Falls dampening their feet.
They are the slope of a Grizzly's face
with the colors of a black bear and his brothers.
They are thin-air, heat induced daydreams
rushing up to meet me a...