who would doubt this mountain
bigger than clouds

or rain, fingers along the ground
the cold breath

along those lean
remember, always
I’ve loved
as much as disintegrated or vanished

before she, who’s a member of no committee
runs off with me

O Holy One
are you jealous?


with thunder
tornado or hurricane

before stillness, clearing
sun or moon
take their mysterious turn

in the next

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Copyright 2015


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