these mountains
rising behind the haze?
the outline of a mystery
a fall of light--nothing more
me--I am also insubstantial
I am walking,
and someday I will fall
from my own heights
I will slide, slowly
into drifts along the sidewalk
when I have slowed
when I am still
all I have limned
will be lost
whole.
Friday, March 20, 2009
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