The pines keep watch
over the residents perpetual sleep
whispering peace, peace.


When smoke has choked the blue from your sky
and grey seems the color of eternity, hang on to hope
for it can keep you afloat and mend your tattered faith.

Green Mountains

You seem to extend into eternity.
Next to you I know my smallness is the right size.
I am a necessary fragment of your wholeness.


All your miles brought you to this empty field.
Doors are flung wide, frozen in time,
your driver and passenger eternally on the run.

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