Spring Cleaning

In March, fog rinses
out the summit
of Snake Mountain, draining
the remains of the Grand View
after seven minutes
of saturated browns and greens.
One moment the drizzled vista,
the next, high gray nothing.
Once a hotel, soaked with smoke,
now, clouds shifting
over a slab of foundation.

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