Yaamnaa
Words, Sounds, Images
by
jeffrey w. timmons
Friday, January 17, 2020
Mt. Tabor
Portland disappears in
Mists of rain, rolling brown
With earth. Moving trees stretch
To gather water from
The sky. Dropping it, they
Bend reluctant, bow in
Time to rhythms their own.
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