Thursday, April 14, 2011

Taconic Hills

a fleeting shadow
brushes a craggy hillside
as a shroud
clearing a way
in advance of
its wake on
an unimpeded passage
silent as a
mirage whose presence
might be imagined

a soul could
die here living
on dry bones
and empty thoughts
riding on air
drafting through Oblong
Valley draws

David Sermersheim

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