Deep Blue Easy
by Jim Moore
Through the switchbacks I look for the white blazes.
There are blues and yellows, too, but that is not my way--
Not on this day.
Dead presidents, heroes, take their place,
Green falls away from rugged shoulders,
Yet I am higher and higher,
Parallel to the tip of trees and lonely outcrops--
I am wilder here.
I'll take my calluses,
Lump clarity together on the path of ascension,
While to the east, all is dying,
Grown old as earth folds up into sky--
A tale of comet blue,
Gone electric, easy.
Posted on 12/11/2007
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