klingy
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Monongahela
Mountains older than time’s hands
Ancient rocks in their emerald cloak
Down in the holler where Earth breathes
Tangled dampness tumbles through
Past the spruce and hemlock and laurel
Deep into the shaded place
A speckled blur bends with the flow
And knows my steps before they’re taken
My trespass to this sacred space
Its stolen light of shadow turns
Sinking even lower still
To the dim lit glades below
Quiet
Speckled
Spruce
Flow
Partners
Golden
Falls
Mountains older than time’s hands
Ancient rocks in their emerald cloak
Down in the holler where Earth breathes
Tangled dampness tumbles through
Past the spruce and hemlock and laurel
Deep into the shaded place
A speckled blur bends with the flow
And knows my steps before they’re taken
My trespass to this sacred space
Its stolen light of shadow turns
Sinking even lower still
To the dim lit glades below
Quiet
Speckled
Spruce
Flow
Partners
Golden
Falls