July Selection #3
May Lake
Many thousands of feet up
the granite face
granite fissured, wrinkled, thrusting, scaling,
strewn with scree
marmots peek from crevices
unseen grouse whump whump
curious birds observe
a gasping climber
color nears its limit -
blue, green, about to burst into flame
into something new
in the thin air
rivulets rush through wet green chinks
thronging with stings
in sloping scree a single tree burns green
against impossible blue
and nothing else
in brilliant wind one heart carries its mountain
no less
nothing more
distant waterfall roar
Deanna Hopper
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