i'll go no further to climb mountains
before me i don’t know
their names mostly but suppose
summits don’t give answers
nor 6,500 ft. where
i sit in a field again only this time
the buildings are behind me and
the loudest noise is
screaming
from inside me
over riotous wind scraping
overgrown bangs swaying
vanilla Ponderosa branches and sparrows
swinging on the invisible
air i can feel embrace me
if anything and if only
i could shed this veil
un-silhouette these mountains
inhale
this field of shade grass and brightness and i wonder
why the horses graze so undisturbed and why
i cannot join them.
Author notes
restored for summer list. unedited.
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