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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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