Zen For a Slot Canyon Hiker
The passage
narrows
as I incautiously
wedge onward.
At this stage in the game
do I still have to worry
about finding the way back?
Why can't I
just let the days lighten, darken,
terminate?
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2014
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