over the whistling wind
in the meandering canyon.
I’m on a donkey’s butt with
the Brady Bunch. Because
my mind does what it
wants. And while I have
on two vivid occasions
(decades apart) stood
agape at the top of the
grandeur that is the
GRAND CANYON,
I’ve never ventured
physically down into
the beauty that lies
so far below. Or if
I did, the world was
ending and scorpions
stung me ’til I cried (or
died, I dunno...
perhaps it was just
another episode of
another silly show. . .). . .
