The original mind encircles clouds,
pine, and sage so intensely spiced
in the brief summer of tiny alpine brilliance
found uniquely atop certain mountains.
It reappears in the daring chipmunks above treeline
as they snake closer, anticipating
imported chocolate or some other playful, endless release
that would awaken rejuvenated and chaste
in its crowing.
But the universe of its blossom
cautions of summer snowfall,
lightning, and freezing rain. How rapidly
an upsurge of spidery intuition blazes
and spends its untainted starry courage
within the breath. Calmly, observe
mosquitoes extracting blood
from up-stretched arms. While some
summits are basically a roof,
others rise to inexplicable climax.
Monumental to the end
of space and the flesh.
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Poem originally appeared in Skyline