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above my bed

hang three paintings

of mountain flowers

in yellow and red

with dark green leaves

reflected

in the glass

that frames them

are the trees

outside the window

dark branches

untouched by dawn light

way back

behind the trees

the sky is blue

behind the mountains

and the sun

crawls

down the mountainside

devouring like lava

the remnants of the night