| Chasms and Cumulus (Missing ME) | ||||||||||||||
| words/images ©Bennett Barthelemy |
Chasms and cumulus.
Is it filling voids and negative space?
The place we ran from,
To the edge of the storm,
The slipping places between.
The counted steps
up the long mountain.
Again. Again.
Cold water, ephemeral alpine fowers.
The shafted sunlight, piercing.
A moment. A lifetime. Wishing.
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