Canyon Stones


                                      …In fallen
                                   leaves
                                deep under

                                      many browns
                                         dry summer
                                        canopy
                                       still
                                        walking
                                         a trail      wide
                             beside
                              the
                             broad
                            grey    stoned
                           creek
                         trickling     A naked skin
                                         and light       young woman      beside
                                       a steep place
                                     stands
                                      where the path
                                             cuts into the
                                       side of a hill

                                       He
                                  walks
                             down
                          to her

                        She turns to him
                           She looks slowly
                                                    away
                                  She is wooded     and dusty
                                       leaves slide down her
                                                                   as if she were stone
                                                                        Joy
                                                                    rests lightly
                                                    in her round touch and waist

                            She turns and pulls him in
                                                                        to kiss

                                                            But before their lips
                                                                          join
                                                                       he hears
                                 the clump and scrape of horses many
                                       and panicked Ahgreyeuss
                                                                       says



           "Naked stone

                                                     we must hide from horsemen
                                                             hunters
                                                            conceal our bodies"

                                         Ahgreyeuss lifts her
                                               runs
                                            lays her down and quiet
                                          in a hollow
                                        of the slope
                                         by the roots
                                          and they watch
                                            the horsemen
                                     stop      to camp

                                                                               She sees now
                                         one group of horsemen
                                                 rides by
                                     one group leaves the trail
                                                              to camp
                             The horsemen talk      and laugh      look about

                                                       and there by the creek
                                                                 the horsemen find them

                                                                            stony


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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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