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Over the Grand Canyon

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Are you wondering above the smog

over the canyon

the bright sky that hugs

low humid afternoons

about the sound of a gunshot

wound tumbling, echoing off

ancient carvings, rocks that fall.

.

The coveted beauty turned

a shoulder to our societies’

ignored warning

the warmest summer on record

for America cried

the glistening drops of honeysuckle

blooming a month too early.

.

A shadow glow of misty morning dew

rising foot in front of foot step wide

paths with wind sounds river melodic

like living next to an ocean, but here

in the desert the shifting of low wheat tassels

blow together, wind making an offering

to the hot hot sun.

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