you too
have never existed
Tag: rocks
blue mountains
the dragon in my rock
will never hatch
boulder field
letting the wind help
fold my map
bare sandstone
in my earliest memories
you were granite
all in black I pass
a walker all in white
autumn mountain
old strip mine
a fragment of forest
preserved in shale
turning over a new rock
black bear
coffin-shaped spring
the plucked banjo string
of a tanager
up slope
on all fours
the growl in my chest
sitting
for a spell
sand stone
happy
or apprehensive
old black birch
snowfall
imagine being buried
in a blank page