FRIDAY: Landscape Poem


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First, mountains jump from clouds
Black mounds buttoning down the sky

Then rain, nailing weather to the land
Autographing the slopes with streams

The sun scrunches trees from soil
And butterflies bloom from their buds

Painters peel views from the valley
And farmers write wheat in neat lines

A train chuckles by the berry-freckled bushes
While blossoms season shy pools

I hammer my pen, call all to order
Then, fishing, cast out a full stop.


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