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Humphreys Peak, Flagstaff

It hovers over the city dwellers, peeking around city buildings, train travelers, and from the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.



Thirty miles north of Sedona

lives the summer homes

of most desert dwellers, and the shadow

of Arizona’s highest peak.


We’d come to ‘Flag’ to climb Mt. Humpheys

the day of rest before

found us lolly-gagging around

easily paved tourist attractions that left

us feeling empty.


We ate across the tracks before the train

bisected the city again

a hipster town, complete with

a university from the

historic landmarks

old hotels where New Years Eve

parties were spent watching

the pinecone drop

outside Weatherford Hotel.


Humphreys began at the low pine spread

easy, slow switch-backs in the Aspen forest

a bright green fern floor before the tall

white legs


Careful steps climb for two-thirds of the way

watching roots and rock trip your feet

until knee lifts climb you the

last tired third to the top

the sand and lava rock tundra

of a volcano we can make out

at the peak, over the rock scramble

blew one million years ago.


A live hive by the top

small hungry flies at 12,000 feet

mountains south of us were draped in pines

a soft carpet of Aspen lies in the valley

crooks below the mountain.

Climbing Humphreys

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Cathedral Rock, Sedona Arizona

Sedona AZ

Hiking in Sedona AZ

Cathedral Rock

High on the formation

the bugs southern tingy song

comes and goes with the gusting wind.

Black birds open up a white wingspan to fly

down to ancient sycamores growing in the stream.

This photo above was taken in Bryce.

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Humphreys Peak, Arizona

Humphries View 

Climbing Humphreys


We walked a grass meadow to the forest edge

the lime green new growth of the pine

spread and opened a mile in to expose a hill of rock

too great for human hands

The easy slow switch backs lead through Aspen

tall white trunks rise from the fern forest floor.

We stumble over large rocks and exposed roots

the first two miles, getting acclimated to 11,000 ft

and then the knee lifts begin, slow scrambling past

false peaks to make it on top of an ancient volcano.


There is a constant buzz at 12,633 feet, a live hive

hungry flies we see

south mountains draped in pines

a soft carpet of Aspen lies in the valley crooks below

The 360 degree view affords us the view of the North Rim and Walnut Canyon by just turning

a simple circle.


The next day we watched Humphreys in the rear view mirror

Onward to see the Grand Canyon South rim as

soft sandaled tourists.

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Jerome Arizona

Jerome AZ




Nearby Jerome copper mines

turned the grassy meadow brassy

tingy to the taste of a bleak landscape

lowering from ancestrial Pueblos’ mazes.


Toward the hills of a glistening J

the lights of Jerome draw

day-time travelers to sit sipping beer

from the balcony of an old Asylum.


Turquoise infused Juniper wood

lies in the precious glassed galleries

where the locals tell time on spring-loaded clocks

bouncing from ‘8’ balls (Pura Gallery)

anything to tell us what the sun is doing.


The town joy engulfed with the most experimental

and expressive of arts, for a conservative

valley of straight-laced thinkers.

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Into Sedona, AZ



From the Colorado North, into Sedona


We ride over a corner and the Ponderosa Pine

falls suddenly off to the left.

Entering the Oak Creek Canyon narrows down

to Sedona.

We walked a figure eight around the courthouse

then bell rock, a four mile entry into the city we’d call home for the next four nights.



St. George Utah and the White Hills

Hike around St. George  and discover the white knuckles of Snow Canyon.

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The Hoodoos of Bryce Canyon




Chess pawn pieces

ornaments to the garden

left to freeze

in an eruption of the landscape

exposed to a dry cobalt sky.


The sand residue glistens

fills up the prongs of the aloe plant

starves the tree roots of stable ground

leaving in the remains

Queen Elizabeth on her thrown

wallstreet and a lazy alligator

all in bad luck.

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Visiting the Grand Canyon

Over the Grand Canyon


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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The Grand Canyon

Small World

We walk like tourists

in our soft shoes

scuffing the earth

with or eyes

we listen to colors

watch rainbows and forests

blow over with the storm

of a flickering candle.

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Praying in the Desert

Praying in the Desert

Long shadows on the hollow rock

walking among monuments of the desert

the agave century plant blooms pads of self-rising yellow buds.

The Ave Maria of the mountains

field song swelling in the Chapel of the Holy Cross

the red risen church with low benches for praying

and viewing the psychedelic flowers of the desert.