Three Rolling Hill Tanka

I
granite domes
bubble from the flat lands,
earthly zit, or
beauty marks written
in topography

II
the foothills
spread from the mountains
like ripples,
echoing from
the cordillera

III
four horses,
standing on the hilltop,
as if meeting,
but with no common
vision or purpose

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