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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Not entirely sure who I am or what I'm doing with my life yet. As soon as the epiphany comes, I'll settle down and give myself and the cat a name.
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