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MITCHEL MONTAGNA
Mountain Memory
The sun streamed like a waterfall
Ferns lit up in the glare
Needles sparked along the fields
that breathed the mountain air
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Close upon a strand of flame
These eyes of silver blue
On a face so clear with thought
emotion simmered through
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She spoke of city circumstance
Of gloomy narrow skies
She gazed up at the mountain sun
till tears bloomed in her eyes
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A later dive with elegance
In rivers cooled by night
A body blurred and flowing free
through starry pools of light
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As laurels blazed along the shore
Time carried her downstream
In formal dress she drifted on
from earth into a dream
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