Etched in spurs & you excite the ride...allegiance chiseled in stone forecast in ancient memory, watching every move you make, every breath you take...stone visions obelisk the why of phallic devotion...
Carolyn, I had visions too while reading this piece, but it wasn’t of the Grand Canyon. I drifted back in time to when I went to see Willie Nelson perform in the spectacular outdoor amphitheater, nestled in Red Rocks Colorado. I still have the red clay colors deeply embedded in the pair of pants I wore that evening. Thanks for helping to jog the old memory of a time and beautiful place. Take care and be well.
Sage
Love Tinka