Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Poem: [A lone climber bivouaced]

A lone climber bivouaced
In blue ice and snow

Halfway up the mountain,
You wait beneath gathering black clouds

As sinister fog banks and night lumber in.
There is no going up and no going down today—

Just you in your ice cave,
Listening to the Devil and Jiminy Cricket argue.
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