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SLEEP DOOR a light knocking on the sleep door like the sound of a rope striking the side of a boat heard underwater boats pulling up alongside each other beneath the surface we rub up against each other will we capsize in the surge and silence of waking from sleep you are a lost canoe, [...] View Larger Map Emigration Canyon for the second time of the season; generally felt a little better than the last time I climbed it, but had to hit the inhaler a couple of times on the climb. Dropped back down the canyon, and then down 13th East to make a stop at Liberty Heights Fresh [...] CROSSROADS The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The second half of my life will be water over the cracked floor of these desert years. I will land on my feet this time, knowing at least two languages and who my friends [...] STILL ON WATER Solitude closes down around us As we lie passive and exhausted Solitude clamps us softly in its warm hand. A turtle slips into the water With a faint noise like a breaking bubble; There is no other sound, only the dim Momentous conversation of windless Poplar and sycamore leaves and rarely, A [...] SUMMITS Mountains bloom in spring they shine in summer they burn in autumn but they belong to winter every day we travel farther and at evening we come to the same country mountains are waiting but is it for us all day the night was shining through them and many of the birds were theirs [...] Suicide Rock Base Holds Huge Amount Of Garbage It is an icon that most Utahns know or have at least heard about. Suicide Rock rises majestically out of the mouth of Parley’s Canyon, and is covered in paint and graffiti. Myth surrounds the painted rock. According to legend, a Native-American maiden stood upon the [...] SHADWELL STAIR I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair. Along the wharves by the water-house, And through the cavernous slaughter-house, I am the shadow that walks there. Yet I have flesh both firm and cool, And eyes tumultuous as the gems Of moons and lamps in the full Thames When dusk sails wavering down [...] these quiet nights after the storm there is a hush. a held breath in moist silences. after the storm, these quiet nights are all that remain. we work hard all our lives battling forces we cannot defeat, our voices mingling with the roar of passing time. but after the storm there are chances to wipe [...] THE STORM 1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling between the arbors, the winding terraces; A thin whine of wires, a rattling and flapping of leaves, And the small street-lamp swinging and slamming against the lamp pole. Where have the people gone? [...] Stopped at Christine’s Fountain while out for my ride today. It’s in a perfect place to stop and rest a bit and refill bottles at the mouth of Parley’s Canyon on Foothill. I never met Christine Brimley, but many thanks for inspiring so many people, and many thanks to Marit Fischer for letting people know [...] |
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