Soledad

Shadows
fill the stones;

gentle breezes
come and go.

Lusterless mountain birds,
tails high in the air,

chicken step
in leader rotation.

Mountain water
runs off

in slender, white, spread-finger
rivulets.

Raindrops, momentarily suspended,
begin again,

clambering noisily across
every red leaf.
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