Calamities in Vermillion

For a time I thought I was writing
The Book of Love and Other Catastrophes

but lately, little by little, I am coming to see
them as mere calamities with a small C

like the Grand Canyon — when you walk
between its vermillion walls for a week

it comes to look like an abandoned quarry
or a ravine behind a big parking lot

with no deeper meaning than crumbling
layers of sediment and angles of repose.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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