Grand Canyon At Noon


  The earth leaps up to meet the sky,
  a blue-white heat that shrivels flesh
  and bleaches bones and mountains dry;
  where rivers cut the world so deep
  that eagles soar below the eye
  which trembles over that vast sweep
  of cliffs and canyons, all so steep
  that swallows simply fall to fly.

  Riding on the vivid air,
  hawks float like autumn leaves that flash
  in spiral dance upon a stair
  of shimmer, haze and vacuum there
  beneath the rim - vermillion gash
  where water, wind and sunlight clash.

  

  Copyright © 1996 By James M. Hopkins 

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