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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


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


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