Monday, December 31, 2007

Contemplation of the Rockies

In these mountains that rise
at the seam of two earths
sewn with hot magma hands
pulled by sky like a birth
and the air in between
unexpected wet nurse
to an unblinking child
to a church, to a hearse.

1 comment:

tipota said...

this one too, really good. sweepng across the senses delicately, like feathers. but with a drumroll.