Kerri SHying R #473 - always that faraway lady in the distance

the mother goddess of the world  Chomolungma high

 a few days climb from here  along a sloppy path

 still litteredwith her avalanched  displeasure   sweeps

a clean path    a fast rate   guaranteed  to

bottom me   at sea level  looking up     her

always  that faraway lady in the distance 

while the rain dissolves   the content   threatens

 one day to crack the ridge cap off the house 

 skews the piers  that hold the bed up off

the clean mud   and rivulets   that find the storm drains

   before evaporation  return to her   this kiss