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zion


you welcomed us home.

reminding us of who we are in this immense + brilliant universe

woven together with threads of beauty and terror

and bound by the magnitude of life

life

spilling out of the panderosa’s aging bark



kissing the flirty spangler’s wings


coarsing through the virgin river


and in the loons’ joyful jaunt downstream


captured thousands of years ago by indigenous peoples


and nourishing new life from death


finding it’s way


promising magic—always—when we awaken


and return

home



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