Clouds Over Mount Chiquita Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Clouds Over Mount Chiquita



Gray ash spills
Down a damp ravine into
Water surrounded by numb
Green witnesses.
White powder sprinkled
Over tipped salutes
Keeps the survivors back.
The clouds blush rose
As they hold the rising
Sun-wife from her chill-
Stilled husband -
Blurred as a naughty wind
Shuffles the clues.

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