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Show MY MOTHER CLIMBS MT. TIMPANOGOS The only climbing she had ever done was in the five story walk-up she lived in as a girl. She told me she scaled the arm of the Statue of Liberty all the way to the torch in the days before they felt it might break off like Venus sometime and fall onto New Jersey. She even slept on rooftops and fire escapes in the summers, whole families camped out under the same dream of the Depression so you thought you could hear one great breathing rising above everything, But now this woman- visiting her son way out here where he is because he grew tired of door after door, where nothing one can occupy is very tall- on a climb straight up for an hour carrying her purse she'd never leave, both of us weak for reasons we kept to ourselves as I lead her by the hand as though up winding stairs. |
