Low growing herbs appear across the hillsides
Freckles across the rough and broken surfaces
waiting for an owner like those thousand dogs below
abandoned at some point by the deeply careless
negligence sculpted the hillside
desolation painted it grinning
beauty took potshots here and there
angles, corners personal moments
Beauty sought not proven to exist
None wonder why beauty is chased
even on these mountains it attempts to escape
eyes and legs approach
Moving as the cloud flows
as the lizard twitches and signals
Glistening rock can this be beauty
not just an appearance
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