Canyon
deep, perhaps bottomless even, restraining oneself from tossing a rock is
tough who knows who might be below astride donkeys or horses not mules
they pull plows, no? not ridable- like tigers aren't- that tail tale comes
to mind and a little loose gravel slides over the edge and some horror
fantasy of an avalanche burying a donkey train inflicts itself I back away
focus on the far wall on which I assume I can cause no damage unless I have
a rocket launcher with a mile range what a thought for this place of awe, of
peace, of a billion years of geology revealed by millions of years of
waterflow pebble by grain a mile deep is it art?
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