Hours alone on big granite open him
to suggestion. Hears things. A horsefly’s
buzz grows conversational, human.
A cascade’s far-off-ness mimics the rise
and fall in syllables, windblown. From snow
couloirs blue enough, a caw’s inflection
may float to his ear like talk—as do just now
a couple of ravens winging high above tarns
late October has frozen below them.
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