Bright enough to be seen Across miles of hot sandAnd stone—amid desert sage, Grays and barely greens.Where pale blues and dusty browns, Rule the day, Cactus blooms gloriousIn pinks, reds, white, yellowsLike hundreds ofBright breathtaking gems. 

A river flows through the canyon gorgeLooking narrow and slow-movingA river known for rapids, violent and unpredictableA river—the Colorado—only a remnant of its onceUnstoppable self, rushing, rushing flood waters to the seaCarving, eroding, measuring immense miles of rock.

Marred by time and weatherPiece of the past sits still in the sun Dreaming of the day when she cameRolling out of a factory In DetroitRolled about town awhile then headed westDown dusty roads where no wipers Were needed for raindrops, only for dustOnly shade her tin roof, where her radiator Overheated on the mountain roadsThe old timer... Continue Reading →