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 DAWN: LAJAS VALLEY



For a moment in the early morning

When the sky turns amber rose,



When the valley and the sun

Lie far beneath

 The silhouetted hills,



Everywhere upon the hills

The sharply outlined palms

Probe their angled dance,

Defining space within

The confines of the dawning air.



The horizontal hills appear

To lean in lines from left to right

Or right to left, or right around us.

 And we are down



Encompassed by the circling hills

And all distinctions rise above us.