Poem A Day/ April 22nd, 2012 – Zach Fishel

I WAS A MOUNTAIN/ ZACH FISHEL

Still using the same water jug

Roaring down

Rusted springs

Cutting against

broomstick spades

There’s no kill

shelter on mountain road.

Removed one pull

apiece

This patience isn’t

only your own.

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