EVEL SCHNEVEL

Posted by on Dec 24, 2016

I take my pencil and notebook
and at a run,
plunge into the Grand Canyon,
two billion seasons deep…

I maneuver to the correct angle
& body-glide close to bushes
red dirt & unconcerned rocks…

I bank left, look up
& see several vultures near the ledge,
hovering…

I relax as I drop, and begin to write:
‘Recollections from the Chasm, Part 2.”

-Fellow daredevils,
although flying poems are my specialty,
should this one end abruptly
before the last l