Out Thursday Window
the clouds wander
aimlessly brushing
the hills bumping the mountains
dropping frozen dust into
resolute streams persuading
intercontinental drift
licking ages of stone
surrendering gold and rainbow
trout
fingerlings of trees
break the cold gray
reach
relentless for sun and breeze
hawks scour the grounds
feasting
meals on reels
lifted upon updrafts
with little sound as the
the clacking black ravens
heckle…
its all too serious
HJM circa 2013
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