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High in the hard, bright sky
Puffs and streaks of clouds,
Soft comments, exclamation marks,
Pillows and palaces in air and gold
Mountains startle, always there,
Unexpectedly silent, sharp
With rock, grey and red and brown,
Supremely unconcerned in their ageless,
Youthful strength
Beneath an ageless, ancient sky
The grey-brown ground, sage-dotted,
Speaks in slow, soundless voices:
The dry, hot brush of leaf and rock and thorn
The quick pale flash of lizard
Coyote-laughter
This daughter of the desert
Remembers with the speechless senses
The spirit and the song of this land