The Mountain

"I came down from the mountain too fast," she said,
"forgot to use my telescope."
A mountain from a pop-up book,
stood giant and browned,
and she quickly scaled down it.
So I sat on a couch,
with her and another.
And the competition I under no circumstances desired,
for I disdained its dishonor,
played out in my dreams anyway.
Though I was given second chance,
it tasted of indecision.
And as I leaned upon her,
I awoke,
and the dream became a broken reed,
for in the waking hours-
it pierced my shoulder.