I love the cozy way these great
sweeps of hills nestle themselves
to rest themselves into the Juniata.
Hollers and gaps swell and bloom
into mountains and rivers without end.
Sleepy giants lulling shoulder to hip,
head to thigh, wet with river dew of
the vast Susquehanna.
One last bend opening up to an
expanse of cascading rocks and
bridges endlessly swimming to
the horizon and to Harrisburg.
The land and rivers are so sensual
here; holding each other gently forever.
Unable and unwilling to release their
geologic grasp; their tectonic clutching
will rise and fall - undulating with abandon
and no regret into tomorrow again and again.
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