Grand Canyon

This is the castle of Time
where he sits on a red rock throne.
Where he picks his teeth with the bones of the earth
and robes himself in sagebrush and pines
savoring the ephemeral.
Where all the roars of the Colorado
from the past time of the melting ice into the future
when the springs have dried and the Rockies stand naked
and dead against the dead sky--
blend into a single note.
This is the castle
the boneyard
the river
Time.

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