I study the mountains
like I study the curve of a woman
Like the way I stare deep into your eyes
looking to lift the disguise from your gaze
Like how we listen to old stories the
the mountains tell it…
Every rock and groove a lifetime of moves and slip.
Each hill a gift to the present.
Every dry river bed has a past documenting the history of lifetimes,
and oh, how I’ve missed you.
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