Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Here on the Mountain
High in a basket
Man spring cleans the errant limbs.
Curious cows watch.
A unicorned goat
Looks up from his breakfast;
Doesn't know he's weird.
Here on the mountain
Buds are hidden, trees are bare;
In town, crocii bloom.
High in the blue sky
Honking goose leads another.
(Someone always leads).
Three giant tree trunks
Growing from a single base--
Siamese triplets.
Discarded mattress
Comes to a halt against tree.
Who will sleep on it?
The woods seem deeper;
Bare limbs and dead leaves go on
Far beyond the eye.
The sun moves higher;
Shadows sharpen, warm breeze blows;
Silent bird flutters.
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