Sunday, May 24, 2009

Blue Ridge

but tonight they are purple
ridge mountains
topped with iridescent
shot satin setting.

They are hollow, sad
ridge mountains.
Behind me and broken
lonely at the edge of sky,

they are home
ridge mountains.
They are swallowed in mist
and tears, and clouds of dusty roads

and I just keep leaving
just keep watching
the colors turning

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