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9. UP THE DOSEWALLIPS

In the ruins of a CCC shelter
cooking stew,
rain thru the broken shakes
gorge a low roar,
rain and creeks--

A doe in the meadow
hair plastered to steaming flanks
--hoofprints down gullies
wind whipping rain against cliffs

The trail fades in the meadow,
cairns at each rise to the pass.
ash-scars, a ring of stone
--we camped here one other summer--

rainsoaked and shivering
kneedeep in squaw grass,

two days travel from roads.

Olympic Mountains

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