Poet's Corner

"Peak"   by Geoff Kanick

A carving of scattered dust,

Collected around a single peak.

More are found in that thick cloud.

Hidden for now,

Sure to show their face

In due time. A puff of smoke

Like those seen in a magic show.

Or perhaps like when you find an old book,

And blow air across the cover

To read the title.

A foggy memory sparked, and grows

Like leaves and pages of a forest.

Roots grow deep

So the peak can climb

And rise above those

Dusty shelves...