Tuesday, December 7, 2010

my commute in a national park

I moved the mountain today and yesterday and the day before that. 
I move it every day I walk back from work and
It breathes with me.
The others don’t see it, I’ve asked and they can’t see it
But I can
Watch it move forward and back, get larger and smaller
And live. it is alive within me. 
The mountain exists.

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