Sundance Canyon

Canyon whispers run through a solitary walk

along the river leading away from Banff townsite

here, in the middle of June

I am not (like them) made of stone

I do not live like one of these trees

I am more than the breath of wind—

closer (I am) to water bordering light

flashing past all one can see, or know…

 

 

 

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