We wake this morning
to a gray uncertainty
the mountain that we love,
our devil mountain,
has disappeared
obliterated by ashes falling
from a firestorm
one hundred miles away
We wake this morning
to a gray uncertainty
the mountain that we love,
our devil mountain,
has disappeared
obliterated by ashes falling
from a firestorm
one hundred miles away
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