Epitaph for a Road Trip
Legends say
that lovers fought
and turned to stone
and wept, still weep.
You photograph
a tree,
and saints
flee the canyon
of gods
in their grief.
We wander
on a cliff side.
The sky
flicks condors
to and fro.…
Legends say
that lovers fought
and turned to stone
and wept, still weep.
You photograph
a tree,
and saints
flee the canyon
of gods
in their grief.
We wander
on a cliff side.
The sky
flicks condors
to and fro.…