I had a high apartment with high windows
Halfway up a modest sandstone ridge.
The town around was mostly brown suburban
Housing, but because I was on the sixth floor
And my windows were so tall, I saw over
All those roofs and ruses, out to the panoramic
Cliffs surrounding us, from Pine Valley Mountajn
To Black Ridge, the Kolob Terrace, and Zion,
With still four-fifths of my window entirely sky
And usually blue. I was happy with this view,
Little animal, little compendium of animals
And words and animalcules that we are here
Calling, for convenience, me. I was happy, me.
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