Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Climb Up the Tallest Mountain in China

Flights
of stairs.
Steep, rough, jagged
stone stairs.

Clouds
reachable, the thick mist
all around--
in my eyes,
over the edge,
out of my mouth.

Top of the world.
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