melt

I have stood
at cliff’s edge
in aging snow drifts
simply waiting
to melt
and slide downhill

At the sight
of rippled layers
of mountain ranges
stories and history
revealed and retold
through juvenile haze

Something within me
melts
washes clouds from my eyes
and falls
to join the stream
down the mountainside

©2017 Jeremy Ruzich

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