High Tor summit,

Cutting deep ravine,

With cable car elevations.

Alpine like in the limestone,

Misty precisions effervesces

Into green.

A dog barks.

A bell tolls.

Cars rumble onwards,

Motorcycles roar

As my stomach groans,

For

                Giddy

                                                Edges.

                                                                                Precipitating heights,

Of a Sunday roast,

Within range of my poor student pockets.