(untitled poem on top of Jackass Peak)

Meadows green
        when seen
    thru blu-blocker shades,
and a craggy ascent
    to the top of the
        Sierra.

Got it made
    with the sun,
        and the true-blue sky,
    and cotton-candy clouds
and the moon,
    half in view;
    with Mare Crisium glaring down on me.

I said a word.

It descended from on high
    to fill the empty space
        of the valleys below me
    on all sides;
balance.

(A copy of this poem is placed in a metal box on the top of
Jackass peak, in the Sierras, where it was written)

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