Ute Pass
In my granite dreams
I listen for the voice
of snow
buttercups
at the edge of
retreating drifts.
In my dolomite dreams
I fear not Oblivion’s steep narrows
where hailstones
kiss
in the fingers
of grass.
In mica dreams
a primrose
blooms
where dead pines
rot––
Remember
the bones & be not dismayed.
In my quartz dreams
I
say only this––
the crystal
earth is covered
with rainbows.
17
August 1993
[Published in The Dance Of Yellow Lightning Over The
Ridge:
Poems 1993-1997. © 1998 by Jim Cohn.]
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The Dance Of Yellow Lightning Over The Ridge: Poems 1993-1997
(Writers & Books Publications, 1998)