Poems from a Friend - Nearing the Base of West Mountain
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Nearing the Base of West Mountain
In the foothills to the East
there is pollen.
I am coming in the pollen.
The pollen falls upon my hair
and streams across my eyes,
and in my hair
there is a breeze.
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