the dry canyon
over bones and bleached
branches, a never wide enough
trail, filling in footprints
with dust and scree
initials
wearing away, so high
on broken bramble walls
a cairn piled, reaching up
against time, wordless
naming
like forgotten ancestors in sepia
this too was watered
all cottonwood and willow
fish and drinking deer
the moon
will not abandon her watch
moving shadows softly
along the walls, opening
and closing the rock bound story
over bones and bleached
branches, a never wide enough
trail, filling in footprints
with dust and scree
initials
wearing away, so high
on broken bramble walls
a cairn piled, reaching up
against time, wordless
naming
like forgotten ancestors in sepia
this too was watered
all cottonwood and willow
fish and drinking deer
the moon
will not abandon her watch
moving shadows softly
along the walls, opening
and closing the rock bound story
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