3.28.2013

Thesis

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
From the level ground
Grow the roots of the mountains
Foothills stand and kneel
Stretching forth as a young cedar
Opens her hands in morning
Breathing with sight
And without sound singing
To the dome of deep heaven.

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