Solar Storm
The sun came rolling down the side of the mountain leaving the trees where they stood as though light did not matter and yet it was true.
Mike Stone
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The sun came rolling down the side of the mountain leaving the trees where they stood as though light did not matter and yet it was true.
Mike Stone's poem pictures the sun sliding down a mountainside as if it were something heavy and alive, a ball or a wave rolling downhill. The image is strange but easy to see: light spreading across a slope at the end of the day, or perhaps at its start.
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