in love with the mica-flecked white rock

in love with the mica-flecked white rock, the dancing granite fever
	that sees boulders piled like a child's discarded toys
and catches in my throat -- the mountain wind
	that never touches ground
but blows and blows and blows through the forested trees
	where five minutes of sun means flowers bursting and
		flowers raging across the winter-ravaged plain
in love with the landscape, the untouched God in a despoiled world
	the primeval Eden where science never took hold.

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