untimely mountain
dripping from heaven to sit
perched atop my road.
raspberries bloom horizon
as purpling lavenders spring
out
whispers our egregious lifestyle
has brought on such beneficent sunset,
as salty poisons lick the wound of the sky
and great Ra weeps a Technicolor medley.
breath of rivers seep into face flesh,
pine fresh but somehow strangely seeming—this
wisp born of ageless tree-bark-needle,
and not a can.
“the trout […]
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