Our Mountain’s Siege

Picture
This

Place picked apart
Piece by piece
By a glacial
Machine

Letting forests
Like moss creep

Through
Ice jacked
Cracks in the
Granite greybacks

Slow saw chain teeth
Cut as earth breathes

As some mountain pass
Gaps fill with glass
An argent surface
Of liquid canvas

Pouring water falls
Against an eternal siege

Ellensberg, West, from the Water Tower

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/4000; ISO-400; 55mm

There’s something about this city that draws me. Maybe it’s the stories. Maybe it’s the reputation. It could remind me of my old home, but I can’t deny that it’s not some kind of beautiful.

Central

Central

Out on plains
A wasteland
Of painted dirt

Of dirt roads
Of pathways of dust
And mountainous
Track through the
Teeth of cascadia

A blackgull’s call
Echoes from the top
Of the hill’s peak
When you peek over
The edge
To see

A new landscape
A different horizon
Of paint

Of dust

Of a journey made
To find
These plains