all along the mountainside


in the foggy mountain dew

in the taste of a mourn

slipping between the heather

like clouds between the sun.


choked upon as mentioned

hindsight years ago

now among the climbers

cheeks and tears aglow.


we will part from the past

upon these upward trail gashes

those tales beneath our boots

digging deeper in the fastness.

and all along the mountainside

her flowers weave more wonders

how can I sweep in panoramas

without putting the past asunder?

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