my view of the hill far away
call it a mountain to the eye
my aging feet look on
in endlessness the road
from where the dusty winds blow.
up the blue and gray sky
a mountain, an opened palm
an opened jaw of a dog
our memory quickly to form.
muu muu stronger and slowly
echoing nearer with their smell
will it be a slap because I did
away, in a pocket
I will put my two hands
Will I throw at her
my bulky and warn out arms
or cry or shed tears?
Echoing nearer and nearer
Coming with their unwanted smell
As they pass me by
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