higher now the mountain rises
over the lake where
drowned mornings linger
*
monologues
of trains and cowbirds
if it could be restored
the path wind riffling the sorghum field
music of merry-go-rounds
across steep darkness
*
lizard hiss
in the dry
sand-
grass
dead conjunctions
we cannot
*
silver in the mountain
up at the Rimrock
and yellow groundsel
under the alders
*
if it could be
as it was
when
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