Saturday, August 2, 2014

5640. MATTERHORN

MATTERHORN
I'll climb the Matterhorn with you airless when
you become my wench. How's that for a deal?
Size shouldn't matter, I'm bigger than all that.
Go ahead, take out my notebook, write down your
name, make that commitment. Swear to me you'll
be there when I go. Look out, in front of you, see
that field of ice, it's gone by May. The fairy plains
take over then  -  weird creatures in the air, hairy
flying things allover. Making no sounds, we hear 
them. Noisy as all get-out, they hear nothing of us.
It's a backwards wonder-field of crazy Nature,
and I'm sure to be climbing it soon with you.

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