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Huitain
The mountains east of Bozeman town Present the sunrise with a wall To climb up on and never down, Like putting on a wedding gown To wear to some frontiersman's ball That's broken by a battle call, A tidal wave that comes to drown The mountains, hills, and people, all.
I really like this one. A tight little fist of a poem.
Gorgeous. Nothing but.