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the trees seem very far away from here & there's a roar that's not the sound of creekwater tumbling through the sky straight lines cross the sky & ground forest eaten by houses through whose windows I can see the ones who have paid for their view I can see them, even a mile away they are eating my home, the mountain forest they don't even know I live there my feet are on concrete but my eyes always look up at cloudwoman's hair trailing through the last dark trees far far away one day I'll walk into a speeding car on Mountain Highway gazing with love at cloudwoman's hair the roar is all the same |
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