Blue Mountain
Warm eager wind blows a pulsing melody — 1985
Blue Mountain stands
by my side
a deep gentle song
heard above rough tide
dark dusty ashes
cracking beneath dry earth
blue sky weighing
pulling blackness from within
warm eager wind blows
a pulsing melody
catches blue-unseen below
and lifts in hierarchy
the ash drifts north
blue sky surpasses black
a clear, twinkling night star
flashes down upon a ranch.