Bright Angel

It was at the edge
of the Grand Canyon
where Paul and Lori first kissed.

She said it was something
about seeing time
layered in the canyon walls.

He said it was the way
her scarf draped
her coat’s shoulders.

The kiss stretched out
over the canyon edge
like a bird in flight.

It stayed a-wing
as the sun dropped
below the horizon

and a few stars emerged
as if to announce
the changing sky.

As the kiss ended
the wind rushed to fill
the space between them

and flicked the ends
of Lori’s scarf
along with her long hair.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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