Blue so sharp
it cuts the stone
beneath the snow.
Do we know
what trees really
do at night?
The pregnant cloud
breaks water
over the mountain.
Plastic yellow.
A disappointing
peril.
You can take the gray
out of the ground
but you can't take the ground
out of the gray.
Dawn.
Flushed with shame
at being reduced
to a postcard.
The pregnant cloud
breaks water
over the mountain.
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