Fat ripe green caterpillar
Arch, expand, squeeze across stones.
The road fell apart.
When fluffy seed puffs
Toss and spin white stars overhead
The sky blue is thick.
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Sunday, July 1, 2018
In Gratitude to a Rock at Machu Picchu
There are times when there are
other languages to discover.
In conversation at the top of the world,
I have selected you, unpolished quarry rock,
to converse with, touching spine and bone
on your slanted outlook of granite.
We speak of mist and shadows.
Purple orchids, Pachacuti.
Exploding Stars.
Life and death, life and death.
A llama has defecated nearby,
drawing large beetles.
An ant makes a trail like a tiny mountain climber.
In deference to solid advice.
other languages to discover.
In conversation at the top of the world,
I have selected you, unpolished quarry rock,
to converse with, touching spine and bone
on your slanted outlook of granite.
We speak of mist and shadows.
Purple orchids, Pachacuti.
Exploding Stars.
Life and death, life and death.
A llama has defecated nearby,
drawing large beetles.
An ant makes a trail like a tiny mountain climber.
In deference to solid advice.
Labels:
llama,
Machu Picchu,
Pachacuti,
stars,
stone
Location:
Cusco, Peru
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