2.9

we set out. the sun was high in the sky. denver omelettes and coffee. we put chains on and headed up the mountain. you were chewing on jerky, i played with the chain on my neck as we talked it all out. the rivers were mighty carrying snow and dead skin down to the valley.

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in the fog

late at night

they come 

they travel down mountainsides

within water molecules 

by gravity

then rise up off the grassy banks 

as condensation to hover

low over the city 

the full moon witnesses

the harvest. the lost 

souls

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leaving base camp

base camp

cool dead quiet before dawn

jumps into packs tied down

sheets spikes knots

and clothes

a thousand eggs for breakfast

a hundred cups tapped off 

the coffee urn

radios full of feedback 

my love my love the dreamers 

swoon

above the swirling winds 

howl around a hidden

peak

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mount shasta

like another world
we had been waiting for
you appeared

elusive

snow-capped

hiding behind clouds

dreamy

closer and closer we

became

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5 k 10 blessed

I got 50,000 words on paper
I felt nothing for a while
Then i felt OK
Soon OK felt really good
And really good
Got even better

Then I did not know
What the heck to do with myself?
Then I climbed a mountain
With some friends

Walking the ridge line
With a full circle view
Then summiting under the sun
Brought it all home

I wrote 50,000 words
What a blessing.

(You can read my poem
about my national novel,
here)
50,000 words under the sea