A mountain? Not quite.
Ten thousand years of dust,
a handful of stars.
A great description. The first one I encountered was in the Oregon desert. All else was flat. In the distance, as I drove closer, rose, larger and larger a flat topped butte. I was impressed then and by your poem now. Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Almost makes me wish I was in Tucson...