Connie Lane talked about the red hills of Sedona in her profile and then one day I went to look at them, virtually.... the lines of this poem occurred to me...

so hey thanks Connie...

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Connie Lane said;-

'the beautiful red rocks of Sedona'

and I thought yeah right

reading the tourist soundbytes I play along -

humming yes dear yes dear

but then the virus of the idea multiplied and expanded

and I succumbed

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iron horses dancing in the sun

little god children pouring rock castles

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and then a gash on my page

their age obvious in the line-up

one tiny irrelevant human weighs in at 75

or thereabouts

and in the other corner from Sedona Arizona

- the red hills 15 million years or so

- undefeated

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yes folks read all about it

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the human found herself scaled

to better reflect the age difference

and we lost her

honey I shrunk the human

then a really cool vortex called to me

and I forgot all 75 years of my previous existence

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wind carved in the skin of Sedona

time whispers names

the circle of stone

the circle of stone

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