Brumli

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Unfinished Kites

Almost Rainbows

Nobody could remember where

the hill began.

The hill couldn't either.

It wandered through ferns,

curled around stones, and

disappeared into a patch

of sunlight offering a

hummingbird a bath.

Brumli arrived carrying

exactly one step.

It set the step down.

The trail accepted it.

So Brumli brought another.

The trail accepted that one too.

This continued for some time.

A hedgehog passed by pushing

an unreasonable opinion.

Nobody stopped it.

The hill grew steeper.

Brumli accidentally became

three inches taller.

The roots stopped pretending

to be obstacles.

The stones stopped pretending

to be separate from the mountain.

Even the wind seemed less

interested in moving than

in watching.

By the middle of the climb,

something had changed.

The ants paused from their

chess game. The squirrels

lowered their binoculars.

It wasn't the hill.

Not the trail.

Not the trees.

Brumli couldn't quite tell what

it was.

Yet every step arrived carrying

more like an idea that forgot

it wasn't finished.

The forest adjusted its eyebrows.

A mushroom nodded once.

That seemed important.

Near the top, the hill finally

remembered where it was

going.

Brumli stepped onto the ridge.

The wind was already there.

Waiting.

The valley stretched below,

with absolutely no sense

of direction.

Three beetles quietly folded

their maps.

Brumli looked back.

The first step still sat quietly

at the bottom of the hill.

It appeared much larger now.

And the moon smiled upside down.

The earth whispered, "Wheee."

And there are popsicles on

Thursdays.

Hills have excellent manners

They wait for everyone

— Spunky Mind

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