Urubamba.

URUBAMBA. Chipped mountains With the condor eyes Flaked by some sinister Grey hounds of the rocks. This is a place For reflections Stranding together Some multiple fractions. Wider vistas Opening to alluvial lands Geared in the high plateau Imposing on winding river Designs of their hoary hands. Beyond the granite walls There is a flutter of green Decked by plaited yellow Where little humming bird flings Sipping nectar from each mellow. Alone amid sacred valleys Gushing waters of the flow Of meandering Urubamba Guarded by the temples Fortresses of the Pisac Amid Machu-Picchu’s glow. Drenched in past memories The ushered in Rio Urubamba Of the sacred cannons flows Amid sedges in forests of rain Protected by spirits of Amazon.