Summit
Skies pour copper over punctuated faces,
puddle quickly around unctuous feet,
and swim with stones to unwary foes.
Mountains wrestle doggedly with slippery pines
whose camel clutch always secures the pin,
winning the match sans penalty points.
Lakes sing long melisma in silent recital
with elk. Gnomes surreptitiously return
from Alpine pilfering, their surly rogue
mystically dissolve into tundra, and marmot
waltz through explosions of frozen mire.
My flying here knows no reprimand
above tree-line and oxygen’s constant hand
that tries hard to keep calmly hidden.
ky li
11.14.15/8:17am
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