air thickens, the sky comes down
dark mountains
flashes of lightning
out at sea new clouds
have just started to form
and this small brook I straddle
is a river in flood somewhere
rags and blankets of mist
hang on these slopes and cliffs
then the clouds open and vanish
rain patters off
and moonlight silvers
that whole reach of river
foothills to ocean
and even from this black mountain
I can hear boatmen singing.
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