THE GHOST RANGE - Poem

 

THE GHOST RANGE
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(Copyright 2022, by Dave Kiffer)
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It is always winter here,
A palette of gray and white,
And the shadows from a sun
Too far away to matter.
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So much has been lost here.
Boats that were broken by waves,
Planes that coasted above it all
Until they no longer did.
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Lives that began elsewhere
But ended here just as surely
As if in green fields with cenotaphs
Of marble, not granite.
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And yet, there is a rock,
A house size boulder really,
That has been moving to the sea
For longer than I can remember.
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It makes black a warm color
On the relentless white canvass,
A lost and then found item
Lovingly shepherded by the wind.

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