Poem: The Mountains

The mountains eat the rays of dawn
as the sun rises along the crashing sea
Clouds bare with disbelief,
their storm subsided in despair.

Depraved calm, the breeze whistles low
like hauntings of dusk past.

Not a bird flies over this ocean
and its skies shall remain as such.

The mountains have consumed the morning
And now they’re here
–beside me
looking at the lights now gone.

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