Kearsarge
by Armando Ortiz
I sit meditating
on the southern slope of a mountain
the shadow of the north face
breaks free from its boundary
stratus clouds momentarily veil the sunlight
the landscape darkens as if it were night
the silence of Buddha is broken
as chipmunks from ground to rock scurry by
cold winds funnel down the alpine valley
making ripples and howls within rocks surrounding
colossal statue cracked unmoving
sits ringed with dabs of purple violet irises
crown of frozen grey and melting ice
is like a dream to my city eyes
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