I wait
For the sun to burn away the clouds
In the roaring winds of the morning
I watch
Orange topped stalks shudder
High branches shot down in their chase
to the sky
Everything here
Moves without moving
As do I
Beyond barred windows
Crisped by sunlight
And shaken in chilly gusts,
I melt into the mountain
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