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The canyon walls
so do enthrall,
the heights are so impressive;
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these canyons call
great wherewithals,
from man’s great flights of fancy.
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On Sundays, bare,
there’s no one there;
yet, still it fels expressive.
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A paper cup
that someone’s dropped
retains the single vestige
~
immaterial,
though ethereal –
an abstract of a past congressive.
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These canyon walls
where rivers crawl,
on streets whose names are history.
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Pedestrian crowds,
combustibles loud,
converge, and become concrescive.
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From high to low,
and down below,
in quasi-temporal habitancy
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the rich push wares,
the poor push theirs –
in vivacious forms of mordancy.
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To stop and stare;
to become aware;
to take the time
to be just there,
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elucidates and educates
and hearkens the heart to revere
these canyon walls –
so veridical,
it’s such that you must admire.

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