The gorge

A dark boy would take us
To the dizzy river canyon

That would swirl our eyes
As afternoon’s sun singed

The green river at bottom,
Motionless like treesnake.

Dark boy pointed it down
As sun torched the gorge.

The old cheeks turned red
Like it was sunset already .

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