On Mango Mountain
Basin of the valley caught
and pinned by gushing river mouths
swirling with the weight of water
etching grooves like finger prints
Over stones dug from the gullet
moved aside and torn asunder
from what once was Mango Mountain
built to kiss the sky
This is where you're bound to find me
singing sun and moon around me
feet still piercing the river's throat
to quiet the bubbles and hum
On the wind it dryly carries
flint of foot and music merry
to the gorge of gripping green
unripe fruitage sunk unseen.
Stained my skin an olive orange
mountain tears and unsung summit
hold me, curve me round the bends
to sleep in constant transit
Mouth of blue activity
snapping forth to gasp and breathe
twisting earth in a liquid pulse
sweeping insignia hence.
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