Mountainsides grow,
then monocots. There
used to be zero blue-
tooth pedometers on
quartzite cliffs. Heat
& pressure transform
sandstone. One man
carries a small dog in
his arms and a large
baby on his back. We
push ourselves to get
our steps. We crush the
bellwort, our wild oats.
Originally from Washington, D.C, Maura Way is a poet and schoolteacher in North Carolina. Her work has previously appeared in/on VERSE, Beloit Poetry Journal, DIAGRAM, Fugue, Drunken Boat, Cleaver Magazine, and The Chattahoochee Review, among others. Her debut collection, Another Bungalow, was published by Press 53 in 2017. She has been a teacher for twenty years.
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