brown like milk
with chocolate added,
shaken as it stirs along the banks-
Urubamba.
ever restless, never resting
Urubamba.
spies the next turn,
changes course;
sparkling, pounding, spraying,
slicing a path down the cordillera-
Urubamba.
give me a song like one of yours
and so tomorrow, when i soar,
i can still see
Urubamba.
(1994-near Machu Picchu, Peru)
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