THE DAUGHTER OF THE ROCKIES

I am the snow-capped Rockies;

the tea and coffee covered Ghats;

the steamy, flat Buffalo Bayou.

My roots suspend like

Spanish moss, absorbing droplets of water from the air around them.

I am the East.

I am the West.

I was born at the base of the Rockies

And reborn in the Ghats

praying to the eternal Goddess.

The Tropical Heart

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