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Val Grande

Where I live the mountains are prayers

stretched in crowny rock rings

of harsh and loud majesty.

Where I live the larchwoods are layers

of ages unseen and unspoken,

clorophyll fingers pointing a moisty


above. Where I live clouds move

in a dancing beauty of impending

greys, watery pillows and lightning gloves.

Where I live fiery glaciers do whisper

children rhymes of icy fingers

to the unspeakably silent heart


of what we call Earth.

Where I live the rivers are thundering,

the north winds are goose bumping

airy pages flowing back and forth,

the wholeness of landscape a shivering

wave, nothing shorter than a strong love burst.

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Taken on July 18, 2007