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"Valley Currents" 
Brush me aside 
to murky forest depths, 
lay against me 
like the snowy steppes, 
and dare to drop me 
as the morning dew. 
Taste of me 
my night's breath, 
of meadow-like perfume 
whispering through bluebells and lupine, 
and the wings 
of whistling thrushes. 
Clobber me against 
stoic cliff-side, 
drain me helplessly 
through tranquil high passes 
and traverse my currents 
by way of verdant mountain cathedrals 
and swim into me, 
through and through. 
 
 
 
Blowing grass framed by Mount Baker and herpinkish alpenglow. Photo by me...