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Beating Heart, Dancing Feet  

  Yellow 


Diverse, electrical, many structures stood
upon the rolling, yellow hills—some
tethered by wires, some guyed by wires,
some standing in close, powerful groups
devouring the wind.  In this land
where the land appears almost barren
of anything except hills, aqueducts follow
lazy, blue contours across coyote trails
and dry, fingered gullies.  Wind surfers
race upon the forebay in bas relief
on the gray concrete face of the power plant:
diverse, electrical, industrial filigree.

Everywhere else the yellow hills rise
in dominion.  Reptiles hiss in the dead grasses.
Raptors soar.  Alfalfa rises in robust, green
rectangles.  Black cattle spot the foothills.
Cattle crowd the water troughs.  Wind surfers
race beneath the stretching pylons and
the endless yellow hills.  The wind tears
whitecaps in the forebay and waves
in the long, yellow grasses.  Cattle rest
in the hollows, cattle and old farmhouses.
Tracks from fire trucks appear as cursive
on the hills where the ground has burned black.

Oddly diverse, modification, terse coexistence:
many structures stood among cattle and grasses.



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