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The vibrancy in that small cafe
all of us concerned mostly
about breakfast.
Around the corner
wide sky for miles
the land, yellow-brown and hard
and being city folk from the suburbs
we were silenced.
We spotted the familiar from the road.
Coneflowers, wild sage,
cheatgrass.
Saw black-chinned hummingbirds,
and a skyline
of sandstone cliff shadows
huddled
as if in conversation, prayer,
or the something deeper
we were seeking.
At the Narrows water flowed
above our hips, our feet arched
over river rocks, uncertain
as rain clouds.
Later, we laid
side-by-side, backs against a boulder
lost in the spaces
between stars
that stared back,
raised questions,
understood
we
were too overcome
to reply.
