Parading

I have no voice to say how high

my fingers must lift as if on a lover's upper lip,
my fingers must lift as if on a lover’s upper lip,
to take in the breath of how high my mountain is—white teeth behind / a snow cap, numberless springs, cold like the enzymes in spit— (Clifton Gachagua)
to take in the breath of how high my mountain is—white teeth behind / a snow cap, numberless springs, cold like the enzymes in spit— (Clifton Gachagua)

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