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Black dice of morning


Dice of black
With one dot on every side
Came a tumblin’ down the mountain
As the sun was burning off the night
And the wind was making way for the new air

They filled up the valley


The dots rose up as mist
Each one a veiled illustration
Pictures of nesting herons
Elephants with spiraling trunks wrapped
around terebinth trees
Schools of fish swimming into waterfalls
All of this intermingling and making its way upward to melt into the clouds
As the dice climb back into the deep recesses of the mountains to take their place as coal


About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

2 responses »

  1. I love all the places your imagination takes me. Thank you!


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