Hill and Mountain Talk

Hill And Mountain Talk Copper flowers quarried in the lower tundra In sculpted form beneath the pebbly footing Two giant mountains there to quarrel with each other Who will occupy the lion’s share of space One mountain insults the other to its face Calls it a hill and asks it to leave the place They stay for centuries, carving out the sky and sun with their jagged shapes Copper flowers do just fine with moisture from the fog And survive quite well between the hill and mountain Who shade them beneath their faces, but feel their weight disgraced 6/21/14 Hills are Alive With Poetry contest