Between me and the decadent majesty of the salmon-red cliffs of eastern Utah, a ghost landscape stands sentinel. A poem.
Bill- Thanks for sharing this. I particularly love this part: "snapshots from a child-god’s flip-book." Something about it just strikes true. Hope you're well this week. Cheers, -Thalia
Thanks, that’s very kind for poem that’s 30 years old.
Bill- Thanks for sharing this. I particularly love this part: "snapshots from a child-god’s flip-book." Something about it just strikes true. Hope you're well this week. Cheers, -Thalia
Thanks, that’s very kind for poem that’s 30 years old.