A great mountain of sky
The clouds roll in in all colors
Under
Blue
Salmon
Gold
Low
They roll low
Into the telephone poles
&
Into the wires
Chimneys
Seas & rivers
&
&
Robert Frost poems
,
Robert Frost poems
To la Captain Bloom Hill
:
If one flight
Like last night low under
Clouds rolling in in all colors
Salmon
Blue
Gold
Breathe now
If one flight
;
That flight