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I inhale

the spirits of

stone and forest,

so kind to lay trees and rocks

for my climb up the mountain.



As juniper

branches gently

comb my hair,

stonehenge formations

help me acknowledge

what went before.



I add my sun stone

to the cairn

in efforts to delay

Death's quiet approach.

Compadres met

along the trail

yield warm summer afternoons

and welcome insight

to the cycle.



Intentionally,

I prick my finger

on sharp causality

affirming the spark,

reminding me

how much fun

I'm having.



Even as the summit

is won,

my capricious Thalia

reveals the ocean

beyond.



And w/my

arrival

at land's end,

lay the body's ashes

in the rolling seas,

so generations

can perceive



a sun poet.