she planted the bulbs with
her left hand, resting
the right one on her knee for
balance as she squatted
cloud hovering for a time,
slow moving,
at least for the moment...
most likely cumulus, deliberate,
forced to collect everything
she passes over, forced by her nature,
until the weight is to much
to bear
on this mountain, at this home,
she rolls patiently,
more so than usual...
not a visitor, more,
looking to pour off
the weight,
coming to the mountain,
hoping it will release
the accumulated total...
mountain effect,
simple dry land
on the other side
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