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A cleave poem for Dennis Kelly: Mountain Whispers, by Phuoc-Tan Diep

In submission on April 26, 2009 at 8:50 pm

A cleave poem: Mountain Whispers.

“The first robins are here now, the little green crocus swords have worked their way upward, the first pink buds of the cherry trees are ready to bloom.” Dennis Kelly

when our mountain cries
– this
our waterfall – I know all this is you
the crocus tips – your fingertips
tender – stretch up
bend gently and – from the earth
the mountain’s breath – your breath
stirs the trees, I see – your eyes
beyond the leaves – a face in
my hands – outlines
in the sky – Is that you or
the first robin singing – the mountain whispers?

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