As I was driving I had a poem
that I wanted to write down
 rolling in my mind
  like a truck
      speeding down the highway.

  I imagined how I'd replace
    the words 'far away sky'
 because I use them far to much
  for them to keep their splender
     when faced with 
        mountains
   across the great chasm
           of the vast spanses 
        of atmosphere

  Mountains
    across the vast spanses
  of vermellion 
      atmosphere
     and clouds that
    run along the orange lines
      of the late 
         Adirondack duck.

     A small ribbon of lake 
        in the valley of
          Champlaign

  Mountains
    across the vast spanses
  of vermellion 
      atmosphere
     and clouds that
    run along the orange lines
      of the late 
         Adirondack dusk.

     A small ribbon of lake 
        in the valley of
          Champlain
        on which
           those mountains
             reflect

      Which is not saying
     that mountains
       have thoughts
      of the vast water
    that is lower down
          and how all of the
      mist rushes down
             on low to find
        the mucky-mire
         of mud-swamp deltas
                    

   The the gulf of atmosphere
        where the mountains
   stand as if ribbons
            fluttering in
        an Nasturtium sky

    Reflect upon the lake
        reflecting in
    your lover's eyes.