Standing deep within

Zion’s canyons

The air whispers

Like words I heard

In a poem

 

I feel the sunset heat

Radiate from red stone

In walls rising up before me

Like words I heard

In a poem

 

Skin flayed and enraged

I huddle before

Cyclone winds whirling

Like words I heard

In a poem

 

Stilled, I stand

at the edge

As dawn gifts

The untouched to my eyes

Like words I heard

In a poem

 

#worldreadaloudday

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