Least Read Poems About Mountains

a hair-fine strand of belonging
wound of many
a suspension bridge's cord
the strongest line

a spider-web triggered
over the trail
unbroken across the bridge
of nose

a connection needs
to be as thin as
the atom of things when
a bomb goes off

merry go round
Saturn's belt round the cliffside
can't get much colder
than the gaze upon a stranger

the snow
packed tightly,
hugging up
to the
mountains,
cradled within
crevices,
each storm
adds depth
and weight,
and then
it lets
go of
its hold,
then an
avalanche,
removing
any wants,
desires,
needs or
love within
the path
of its
raging
footsteps.