Lake Powell

Posted: January 17, 2011 in My Poetry
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Pink clouds in a sky
blue as an eggshell.

Sheer cliffs
rise from black water:
Looming monoliths.

Two crows float by,
sheen of blue sky
on oily black feathers.

repeat hoarse cries
as the sun angles low
over western cliffs,
burnishing water
to a rich, copper glow.

For a time,
everything’s suspended
in that shining water;
cliffs, crows, sky.

We float on gentle waves
of molten ore
as the sun itself
melts in.


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