I
From the bedrock bottom
Dolomites upbear
Pines with roots that reach in air.
II
Roots of gnarled manzanitas
Tortuously coil,
Clutching the cobbled soil.
III
On the graveled slide
A log that ancient fires have charred
Lies, petrifled
IV
The reflex of stark rufous walls
Into milky waters green
Unfathomably falls.
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