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5 Emerald Draped Rocks

His mind now empty,
with no season to come,
like mist reflecting light, beneath tumbling falls,
suspended by an anchor,
  in a selfless ship,
it’s nearly not close, to that, nor this.
The moment was felt, it’s already gone,
(like those 3D glasses that came free in the paper)
on the flat of a hill, past a ticket booth, southeast facing,
5 emerald draped rocks gifted grey nothings,
a lone drop of rain,
with the ocean.

20 Mar 07

(define the words in this poem)

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