Watching The Mountain Turn Purple

She calls from road-works
on the motorway;
the mobile's signal is weak.

She breaks up, starts to shout
and, as the mountain leans towards him,
heart-beat slow, a rasp in its breath,

still he can not hear what she thinks
is causing his insecurity;
only that it will not last.

Sue Butler

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