Mountains

The mountains pause
at my glance
and when I look away
they breathe in deep
and sigh
and pick up their tremendous girth
and saunter down a couple inches
for a change of scenery.

 
a poem
by
Paul Bourgeois
Kathmandu and Darjeeling, /89

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