A Hot Cup of Poetry

Canyon Refuge

She looked over the edge

Dazzling colors and dizzying abstractions

Rose up to eyes and fell

The earth was peppered with sunbeams

An amber wonder

That melted into clarity

The hue of the canyon was sharp and strong

Like jagged tar invading pavement

Her breath flew from her mouth

And traveled deep

Deep into the crevice

On a search for sooner adventure

A pebble dipped and dropped

Cutting through the air of song

"Too close to the edge,"

The eagle called her

She looked first up

And down again

Seeing its shadow ride the limestone waves

But she liked the edge

Allure of danger and of refuge

A paradox of grace

She tasted rich in bittersweet

Heartbeat fast in strange delight

She dove.

Wings ruffled.