Mt Mueller

By | 1 September 2024

a duel in snow,
so many seconds
and sunken paces;
are these brigades
drunken with laughter
and wild aims?
if he chooses,
he can thicken the air
with grapeshot from the
south, but it is clear:
with such clumps
of bold weather
cuddling his back,
the mountain loses.

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