I live on a strip of land
sometimes it feels like Vegas
without the lights,
without the heat
and a surplus of trees.
A valley i live in
a wind to which i give in
fairytales
originate here
the best places on earth
have all forces in one.
waves rustle close,
seasalt stenches the air somtimes.
wavering grains churn in the wind
flying allergies get caught in my nose sometimes
a place where mountains
are the highest heights
not skyscrapers
not electric posts
not lighthouses
but mountains.
i live on a strip of land
on which i walk
back and forth
everyday
fables
started here
the best places on earth
have people revisit
just for the sake
of being there again.
the best places on earth
are smaller than that.
they have both country and town
both jungle and sea
both soil and concrete
both mist and sun
both animal and human
both mom\'s and industry
both fame and mystery.
happiness
churned here.
nobody has ever complained.
they only quarrelled
and to a limited extent
that left problems white
easy and assured
to disintegrate.
the one strip
between the valley of the mills
the village between the hills.
The square and the alley
of little Mill Valley.
