Oddly-canted oddly-mounted mountain
which I move and love I must
seem to mean to them
or do they think and see
me leap these lizards
as lightning or as dream
when I attempt to put
them in a seizure of repose
the grass the breeze
remembers then as now
how my fancy widens and returns
wearing orange wings
braked like a hawk high up
above the clovered plain
waiting for the Braille below
to say me soon.
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