Thursday, January 23rd, 2014...11:51 am

milner place | the mountains grew

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the mountains grew

his horse’s head hung low
the land was filled with little except
the loom of dusk


his gazing crossed those hills
opened pastures
flowing across red soil


there field-mice would be busy
bees opulent and accompanying
the music of a wind
full of pollen and skylarks


he looked back at the debris
he called time
made camp
in a dried-up stream

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