Calm and peaceful hike But I have to ask myself Why are trees hiding? Spring’s promise of life Takes on sarcastic shadings Before fall’s hammer A blanket melted One of life’s loopholes exposed Deep-cover agents Puffy land-clouds float Hide their dangerous orange teeth Until the sun sets A bsentee ‘landlord’ Occasionally peeks down “Now what have they done?” Stacked layers recede Layer after layer like Some Japanese print Warm air envelope Nurturing my slow ascent Laughs and disappears Cold knives slice at clothes At the edge of the moraine And yet we linger Why put these dreamscapes In a land where nothing lives Where only fools see? The shadow stretches From this vast mountain sundial Marking time for stars
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