heathervescent: Packing it up. Civilization Return.

I took.
I went and took.
And now I am not the same.
What did I leave in return?
My change.

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One cannot relive, re think
enough of the power of water over rock
Not a little water, a trickle over a pebble
But the crashing of ten Niagra's in the heart of South America.

Nature rises out of these small border towns.
She is strong.
The plastic products can not sugir her breath -
the mist of her climax, water over rock.

We climbed to the top to watch the swallows.
I saw the vultures waiting.
I could not give my body, bloody water over rock.

Out of these small border towns filled with
plastic Chinese Christmas tree decorations.
I was changed by water over rock.

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I love the earth. And when I feel her power, I want to die. The sunset over the Missouri River. The falls at Iguazu. The Jagged Sierras. And many other places. I am a witness to this beauty. I am left breathless. And so I will remember myself in those effervescent moments in the river of time.