What do you know of mountains?
I only know of the coast, the cliffs
The taste of the rain
The smell of toast
Or the streets
I could follow the cats
And tap them on the shoulder
I could caterwaul the taps
And turn over a new rocky boulder
But what use is all that?
What is the revenue?
Where are the black shadows
that pass under the rainbows
Along the avenues?
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