Sunday, August 14, 2016

Variations on 100 Poems (#95)

From an outcropping off Artist's Bluff
I can see the entire world. Or at least
my part of it. The trees
blanketing the mountainside.
The ants and humans
working their way
from one wilderness to another.
I shade them from the sun
momentarily, with my outstretched hand.

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