Fifteen thousand years ago
this land was skinned by sheets of ice
'til sunfire burned the crust away
the flood shoved down the canyon slice
and rocks rose up to mark the course
of a remnant rippling stream
whose cliffs hang now from the copse
as water dips in to gleam
cool at the foot of the valley
where young fools lie to dream
and conjure a safer, softer world
from reality unseen.





© G.Cassel 2004