Climb up
The slick hot dry
Navajo
Sandstone
Walk on
top of the ancient red rust
Under the
aged Juniper tree
Through
carved gulches
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On the
cliff face
The path
is something
From a
dream
The slick
rock
Orange with
Setting
sun
You turn
And it is
Upon you
A picture
frame?
Life’s marvel?
A rock?
A beauty?
What you
make it
What it
makes you
It is
what is
Missing that
makes
You wonder