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the mountains surround / bozeman like cupped hands / the sunrise comes late over // ragged ridges' majesty / catching hold of wires / strung with pearls of light
horizon hidden / by what's near at hand / branches and leaves and buildings // but still the sunrise finds you / in the morning chill / to wake and warm you
i have known these trees / from afar but now / i wish to drift among them // in the mist of the morning / and feel the sun rise / over the selkirks
song
as the sun begins / its southward retreat / due to the tilt of the earth // i recall what i forget / and grasp at passing / thoughts passing away
dream
on a gravel road / along a winding / irrigation ditch the sun // peeks over some scruffy trees / and brings me to my / old and well-worn knees
sapphic stanzas
dream
the wheels of commerce / are necessary / i guess but the sun rising // on the wicked and the good / transcends our frenzied / comings and goings
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