California Notebooks, Sept 2013

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the mountain is brave indian red
no doubt deep between the lines
as well as on the surface
.
concealed in full sunlight
before the nightly grey darker
than midday’s impossible glare
.
the wait was proven worthy
wrist hurting at time
sipping away
.
in a sunburst pattern
of red and ocher hues some
green to avert belonging
.
the soul flows enwombed
tones reflected the mountain
itself reflecting today

.

their skin their
gazes those silences
pregnant of respect

.

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8 responses »

  1. Love this poem! “…indian red no doubt deep between the lines…” Excellent! I look forward to reading more…and your photography is breathtaking! And thanks for stopping by my blog…I really appreciate it!

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