When we first stood
at the edge of the Grand Canyon
we were amazed
as most folks are.

We looked down.
I said (kidding of course)
“What a way to go!”

As the cliff of life’s ending
gets closer
and the body’s perishing crescendos
we talk about that view
and the great drop
and what I once said.
I’m still kidding
but less so.

We’ll likely
never go to Arizona again
but there’s a pretty good drop
just thirteen miles from here
that begins
on the top of Rim Rock Mesa.

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