Canyon Smiles and Teeth

In a slanting gaze

the sun warm            with



embracing                     fingers

skewed indifferently

across the wet                       brow

of a traveler, lost                           in 

mind and                                 thought 

and direction



His eyes looked		                        up 

through cotton                                   trees

filtering the embrace

from above—in                                        this

distraction the lark		                        did

advantage with a sweep-

ing loop, faithless, at                                    the

wanderer’s glance



His eyes then danced                                       in

aim of this flight, erratic

with jovial carelessness,

as it went adjacent the                                     sun.

He resulting-ly shielded 

his eyes but never looked away:

in doing so he fell off the face of the earth and splattered