Saturday, August 11, 2012

POEM: "Hills"


On the moment of hillside
greeting insects trudging up
the footsteps are breathless
you say I climb to get away

frosted rockets and motor
summit or summon heights
on a hill of a million hills
a billion bumps upon our lives
blue skies or the dark skies
in different suspension
feet never touching home
the easy path to the edge
a ridge after water butterflies
finally ended here are crows.

© 2012 Rob Schackne

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