Poetry · Writing

Nothing Mountain

King a top the mountain

gate shined bright, blinding

the subjects below. Tears

filled the lake rushing through

the mountain.

The only show of life.

Aluminum and cigarette buds

made most of the layers.

None would venture near,

except the waves of life

dribbling around the edges.

Fish swimming upcurrent

pass the weary travelers

looking for a mountain

to lay a flag.

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