This Geology
Elk preen on the edge of the canyon
clasping themselves to the rocks - lichen around the knobs gray and feathered
Wind boils itself - fire in the eyesockets of lime
Shapes make and unmake themselves - grasping soil and then letting it go
like birds from the nest
This geology is angry
Blood in out over - the universe begins with a shallow grave spun from a river
and it ends in the palms of a bee
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