Yakima to Ellensberg
July 21, 2010
Mottled and tustled blows
the Spring lint of fields;
hills blown dry in Summer’s bosom.
Little drunk parch-ed promise
whispers her secrets.
Moving over the gentle curves of
her brown back, full-breasted,
bloated not from watered spring
but gloating in perpetual want -
satisfied with less; less than satisfied
having drawn her drink from wells unseen.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills…
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