Bryce Canyon

Posted on May 10, 2003 in Book of Days Poems

Note: This is twenty-fifth in a series based on exercises from A Writer’s Book of Days. It’s something of a rebellion against the Friday Five and similar tupperware content memes.

Today’s topic: “It’s all that you would expect.”..

Sore bones and journey-tensed muscles
make me think of Bryce.

Bryce is the scream of altitude sickness
swirled at the Dairy Queen.

Tangerine formations
attenuating into faint pinks.
Coffee-orange Wall Street and its single tree
-- an el palo alto --
that looks as if it split the rock itself.

Green shadows breathe cold respite
from the cool line-tethered heat
falling straight from the sun.

In the Queen's Garden
Victoria sits and knits 
and adds the frost-wrecked rocks
to the empire that's all in the eyes

Take the right fork rather than the left
when you fall footwise off the rim.

One shoved me upwards here.  I whined 
as laughter from the vista point
trickled over my wheezing dignity.

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