Yosemite's Beauty
Yosemite enchants us with her beauty,
And throngs take two-dimensional pictures
To fill 8x10 frames and social sites.
She speaks with water and light, but only
iPhones listen – for few sit quietly
To hear her murmurs of mystic meaning.
She remains but a photo-op and her
Spirit breaks – she pleads, ‘Hear me, please!’ as
Granite-rim tears smear her mascara.
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