An ancient hill of stone
Built on a foundation of history
Chaos and community
A swarm of young ballerinas
Flies through the dining room
Like a flock of crows
Scavenging a picnic site.
There is no order but they move as one
Notes and lines on a page
Scattered like the gravel pattern in the stone walls of this church
Trained voices turn this mess into Beautiful harmony
Lines of east and west cannot be drawn here
People standing in line cannot be found
Time resists linear movement
This is a organic place where buildings have withstood
Earthquakes, wars and time
By hanging on to each other
Both buildings and people have longevity
By allowing relationship to be more important
Than straight lines and order
Voices create harmony
Ancient frescoes cling to church walls
As the clusters of homes cling to the hillside
While the community continues to survive
By hanging on to each other in whatever order they can.
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