valley

in Verse

valleyThe hills of Austria
are like a sleeping Clifford,
Or like the carcass of a giant babushka

from the valley rises the thick
fertilizer smell

and three young boys in striped wool
sweaters, lead by their blonde
sister, weave through the still army
of stalactic pines

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