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Canyon Greats! United States
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grand canyon, both waysfrom the rim it’s a postcard.a mile of air and a riverthin as a pencil line,something you photographand think you’ve seen.from the bottom it’s a cathedralthat took six million yearsto argue itself into existence.the summer rain comes warmand the pastel stones drink it in,rust and rose and bone,each layer a secret the waterfinally talked out of the rock.people left their memories here.handprints in the alcoves,potsherds in the dust,initials some fool scratched in 1922next to a wall a thousand years older.the canyon keeps them allthe same way it keeps everything:patiently,without comment,wearing down and opening upat the same time.from above you see how small you are.from below you see how new.either way the rain keeps falling,and the stone keeps tellingwhoever bothers to climb downwhat it couldn’t sayfrom a distance.
