— A fog-bound, moonlit mountain overlooking a 21st century American middle-class, post-party, pre-cleanup. . .
Bald Mountain’s decked
in fog fur tonight
loose as a second skin
accessorized with treetop moles
scattered here and there
jutting through like remnant
antipasto broccoli-bud florets
caught in spent pools of
sour cream with chives
which has been dipped and dipped
and dipped in again,
remnants of myopic hope
that nature could be out-foxed
out-done without being bled out,
strung-up, without understanding
it would be we we would hang
in the noose of her rope
Jim Culleny,
January 15, 2006
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Blink 