Poem – Mount Corcoran

Mount Corcoran
		-Albert Bierstadt, 1877

The black bear waits
to kiss the water’s edge
Under fallen trees
		the trout nap together
and the waterfall
hums almost unnoticed.

Just a “mountain lake”
before the water dried:
From a hidden source
	the artificial light shines
on the sides
of white-capped triangles.

Under the clouds,
poor Al renamed his baby.

Under the approaching clouds,
cranes relax against redwoods,
rubbing against the aging sequoias.

The paintbrush dabbed lightly
before another application,
before the bassinet wails
asking to be tended.

Oh, let’s frame it.


-O'Connell
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One response to “Poem – Mount Corcoran

  1. yeah, frame it,

    freeze it and keep it.

    lovely sentiments,

    sorry for the commotions recently, we have a long history and our location has been changing every 6 months, hope to see you back when you are ready, we run biweekly, week 52 is still open and you can join by Friday, 8pm.

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