the dark trees and the boulders
to have a smoke and watch
the sun begin his long
haul up the mountain
it sweetens the poison
to get away with it
but I was young and stupid then
now I am old and a half-
note less so but when
I think how far love
still has to go to penetrate
down into the earth
and up into the crowded
assemblages of the dead
with their accompanying angels
I tremble for the mountain
when the sun turns it red
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