wind

annie wheat

Jun 10, 2021

i wonder what she thinks about

traveling through the untouched pines

up the rocky summit

absent of snow and skis and shouts

whistling past the leftover white

hanging on in the june sun

speaking to souls that live among the dirt

crumbling rocks nestle closely

startling and silencing

she’s daring

and you to welcome yourself into her world

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