#1977 - cloud and the mountain

 

1977

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31.v.25

cloud and the mountain

 

all this looming

where are the roots?

 

a sheep sun fleecing

sky is high

 

drift

cows as far as milk

 

there are lines

billowing gone

a little sea the snow meets

 

friskybit horsies

 

wispy dour

soft spoken for mist

 

this is the thousand year penance of flesh

doesn’t fit

neither up nor tumble

 

it’s terror for a tale

we’re rising above

 

grey way piled in stones

 

the all night dew spangle dawn surreal

 

there isn’t a line where you’d say  

 

snow pockets the craggy dark

 

a patch pale blue between