Clouds
shroud
the mountain top
moving always
while
the mountain is
seemingly
solid
sturdy
secure.
But the mountain ...... moves
like everything
else.
It creeps
northward
it rumbles
inward
it grows
life and sand
in
every
cubic
measure.
It welcomes
myriad
lifeforms
and fleetingly
graces
the view
and tolerates
my stare
while
I have
coffee and
scribble.
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