Mount Scott

The name was a name.
Not our name, a name of
someone not known to us.
There was a name once.
One of a mother
overlooking bricks full of tears
lost in a pile of names that were not ours.
Pia Toya, our big mountain.



Written for Poetry In Public: Places of Landing that celebrates local voices by featuring poems less than 50 words written by King County residents in shared spaces such as trailheads, busses, and light rail.

Our 2023-2025 theme, Places of Landing, embraces the poetry of our daily lives by honoring the movements, places, and feelings that tell the stories of our days.

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