Thursday, January 28, 2010


by Moni

The thick, putrified air
Coats the small peaks adding bulk
And its associated majesty

At the top of the grimy, falsified mountains
Fresh, early light illuminates three gray-white peaks
For one moment I can almost believe I'm not headed to an office park

But peering up at the eigre, the jungfrau, and the monch
Locked in place until one of them flinches
A cup of alpine chocolate hedonism scorching my mittens.

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