Mountain Man

Rockscapes layer on/ like clouds here/ close your eyes, see
it feels like a horse--especially here--where the lichens make a sort of mane.

When the branches clasp hands above us/ it's time for the litany of falling leaves.
Mountain man, there is a heaven/ ringing the mountain in floating clouds

like the way you hold me/ arms wrapped around/ rings to measure by
these bell sounds and embraces/ together we become the river/ too quickly deep

your horse follows my hound/ and we both drown.