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Poem: That Was All


I went alone to the mountain
And it ripped my lungs open—
Ah fierce relief.
The hills ran down like rivulets of green
Into the red-roofed valleys
That should always be…
The dragonflies and field sparrows forgot me
And flew close to my head
And clouds moved on the mountain
Like the breathing of the dead.
Blue spaces awoke beyond the blowing grass
The flowers burned bright and tall, they said
We know you, yes we know you as I passed
And that was all.

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