September, 2000

THE SEA MOUNTAIN  ©

by  Jonathan York
 

The massive ridge
looked out over
the deep dark sea.
The cliff's withered
face
resembled
that of a
wise man.
No trees grew there.
Small bits of moss
clung in
the tiny crevices
of the
sea mountain,
a patient mountain
standing for eternity.
 

Originally published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's
"Award Winning Poems, 2000" 
Used with the permission of the Poet.

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