Found Poetry 911

1/11/22

the alpine left its tattoo
so all never forget the slope of its cold
the start of the end of the road
a friendly neighborhood transposed
portal framed by tree-bracket
where some left their toes
in what started enjoyable
gave a story or two
to be read when the wind blows

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