Land of the High Mountains
Two shadows, cool, diffuse pools
of shade spreading out into the lime grass
that flows from a shade-washed hill base
parallel black thin trunks rising
from each tree bed
up to tree tops lit –
white leaf dots and shadows,
behind them, the first green ridge
and then, darker,
another hill, sloped,
and the moss hill,
small grass-buried rocks on the crest
sun slipping along its height,
the high mountains dark and light
with life in the patches of green and rose
two softened mountain tops
going all the way up.
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