July in the mountains

Dry eyes heavy with mid-July

look upon great mountains 

winter evaporated,

I rub my sweat-grained brow

ice water licks my toes, 

an attempt 

to pry my soles that have

moulded

over the tumbled stone floor,

scattered colour; bright purples, 

greens and reds beneath the

glacial water,

they burn dull when met 

with Earth

and the sun’s steely flares.