10/1/23

Mt. McGinness (a poem)



Trails climb
along cliffs edges
enter stand slide snows
anomy where every digit grasps
plants, roots, rocks
twists pains verge
break past's falls
drawn space
empty shape
above, below
final shown
brush crash
crows.

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