Canyon

Who lives in this canyon
So dark and deep
Where ancient waters carved
Fortress walls?
It seems to cultivate
Gardens of strangers,
Vagabond players who camp,
Then move on.

I used to know every soul
In this valley
From high on her ridges to
Way round the bend.
But time takes its toll
As we roll ever forward,
Leaves only memories
To build upon.

There will be moments,
Whether here or hereafter
To recount the reckoning,
Review the views.
Patiently waiting alone
In this canyon,
No one to talk to…
Nothing to lose.

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