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Spires and Peaks,

Ridges and sub-ridges,  

shoulders and benches of

exposed rock, spruce cones and dust,

subalpine fir and dwarfed plants

clinging to the places

where Mountain goats hide

and the goats themselves.

 

Bald nobs, and talus

Passes and gaps.

 

The canvas was dirt and slope.

The color grew out of sunlight

as it arched over

and blended throughout the day.

The thicket was time,

laid on in sheets,

the story was all the stories

that had ever been told.

 

Except for the one

which the others forgot,

 

inside that cold morning,

shared with memory.

 

60



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