Aug 112011
Far, far away . . .  the steep mountain path,
Skinny and tricky, 10,000 feet up.

Green lichen inches over boulders and stone bridges;
A waterfall stands suspended in mid-air, a bolt of blue silk.

The moon waits in a deep pool, glittering.

I climb into magnificence.

A single crane will arrive.


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