at the Top of a
distant MOUNTIAN
the sage
sat

the north wind was
the birds sang

i travled to in hopes of understanding
past the talking creek
and over the
earthen boulders

when i arrived
i sat and began to ask my question
but before the words arrived
I knew.

together we walked
down
the MOUNTIAN
holding hands

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Troy Dunn

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