Slopes Poem by shimon weinroth

Slopes



Slopes a downward incline, upward climb
angle of the eye, slides and slips
glides across the horizon, breaks the line
slants the movement of the sun

elongates, the shadow of the inclined man
upon the mountain's crest
crying for his woman's breast

rise, from horizontal to incline
standing at right angles
from earth to sun and back again

no slopes or bent shadows
minds and souls, heralds of being
prostrate or vertical,
our hopes, contrive brave new hoizons

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