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This view of the mountain puts me in mind
of another view, of a different mountain.
Recollection, the cement plant, voyage
alone in the misty isles
off the coast of Scotland, an error.
The solitude,
gratuitous.
This view of the mountain put me in mind
of a different view, another mountain. I rose up its side
a shade up a glade
a glen in a vale
mist in a fog
descent all but
forgotten.
That was ten years ago.
That was ages
behind us
in front of us now
a spectacle
The mountain!
A different mountain.
How can I buy
a piece of it.
Read The Rumpus Review of The King, and an interview with Rebecca Wolff.
