Poetry of People / 179

Today, we connected with Peter, 22, from Nicasio, Ca. 

"LOVE CASTS ITS RAYS IN THE OWEN'S VALLEY

The lips of morning

kiss rock 

And a sleepy eye opens to

scrub brush and the day.

It is the earth, and

she speaks and sees

through her creatures, 

now busy

-Sun cracks over mountain brow-

now alive 

we twine 

Shifting slowly in a weave 

a restless body asleep 

rising mountains 

young rivers 

a rush 

And life crawls through the basin. 

North to South 

North to South 

Two silent ranges 

Coast the cradle on either side 

and 

-a breath- 

pouring from the blue horizon down 

in a finger knit of shadow and stone."

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