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Mountain Seen

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Still reflection, reflection still,
his words are stones thrown
against the wall
around her heart.

The snowcapped mountains
of his eyes
deny they have ever spoken
her name.

A kiss of mist, mist of a kiss
makes her doubt herself;
makes her wonder if she’s not a ghost.

She blinks under his gaze,
as though she recently stepped
from out of a cave
into bright sunlight.

Thin mountain stream,
mountain stream thin
lips press together in denial.
She suspects he is unaware

that when he exhales,
she disappears in a mist
of missed decisions.


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