Mountains aren’t common to my experience
They’re wispy ranges in some picture frames
I have an inkling of what I’d sense, but
Should I see more, would I find them same?
I’ve been to a green one, Coffee Mountain
In Oaxaca, where we picked the harvest
Our road tunneled thru trees like quantum foam
No sight of gross object of which we’re part
What I have from it is photos like flowers
collected from our path, stored in my mind
Like the pineapple growing on the ground
And our hour’s hike down to work the mountain
Reading is a good crutch for the real and
Doing’s an abundance of good wealth and luck
~ Lady