Mountain.


   Why are you standing there like a

   big oaf doing absolutely nothing,

  all day, every day, year in, year out,

    since as long as anyone recalls?


   Do you think that Norman Foster

   would design such a monstrosity

without a door, a window, or stairs?

    Blocking our view is all you do.

You don’t even stop the rain clouds.


   Because of you we get premature

      sunsets and that dark, sombre

    shadow you cast over the valley.


      Even the moon has so much

     trouble rising over you, that at

   times it never manages to do so.


       Mountain, I think you are a  

   typical, chauvinistic, narcissist,

   expecting everyone to pay you

       homage and look up to you.


     Mountain, I have just climbed

       you, I am standing on your

  tallest peak which I think should

   be spelt peek. And guess what?


          I have just found the

         plaque you left for us.

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   |   It was not inquisitiveness   |
   | or respect brought you here |
   |          it was your EGO           |  
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Photographed from window at

  7:40 Am April 3rd St. Florent

Corsica.