Weather

It is cold in the mountains
in June -
cloud comes over
makes you want to go in

mobile days where the trees
are loud
the birds cry and wheel
everything moves

goosebumps on my arms -
prickling skin
cold mountain gusts
remind me I'm living

glad to be here
in the now
in this place
beyond all the stony roads
falls
cut palms
and a tear-stained face

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