To the Hills!

Run for the hills,
You merry adventurers.
Swaddle yourselves in jackets with fur linings
That shield your ripening noses
From the evening winds.
Fight those winds.
Fight the powers that be!
Run, run up that hill
Until you can taste the blood in your throat
And feel your gums pulsing from the cold.
Look back.
Look back and see your friends behind you
Clamoring towards the heavens
And stumbling in the dirt.
You are liberated,
You lost boys,
You seekers of the evening.
Run, climb, give a helping hand.
And in the name of Possibility,
Head for the hills!

Claire Fenerty ’16

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