Shadowless echoes
A poem
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Arriving across arrowed asphalt,
defying a devil's backbone,
I stand at the mouth of a canyon —
even the radio refuses refuge here.
Mischievous mountain marmots
encourage a pebble to fall
which rolls randomly,
gathering chaos —
causing confusion
in the echoes of light,
where the sun's shadow hides.
The river gurgles with overflowing
spring snowmelt
and in the wind,
a warning of juniper and pine.
Standing,
sniffing,
the marmots make ready at the rocks.
Wonderful, Josh. I felt my chest expand like a wide open canyon, too. Love to listen to your readings!
I feel like I am out in Colorado!