On Polychrome
By Linda Schandelmeier
Rams
ahead of us
on the trail
slow
us down
while the sky
fidgets
blue,
then gray.
Just as
we reach the top
wind smears us
with cold rain
and hail.
We’re
not as unconcerned
as the sheep.
Lightening cracks
close, silhouettes
our shivering,
as we skitter down
the mountain.
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