wrote this standing on a mountain top (surprise, surprise). suspect it needs something more somewhere. suggestions, diatribes, and/or musings welcome and appreciated.
this morning, as we slid
into the sun, the mountains
cared enough to climb
above the clouds, and then
they were islands,
floating black and heavy,
precise as oil drops
against that taut white--
there is a point
at which the sea
and the sky are the same thing;
we are all
strange fish in one body
or another.
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Love that enjambment, and the stanza break on a semi-colon. If you added an initial abstract stanza, the mountain scene would become a kind of parenthetical interruption. Just a thought.
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