Gail Hoffman

The canyon is wide, the boulders large, the surface is slick,

The crumbles unsteadying, but we soldier on.

Why because the flora and fauna compel us to see the desert in a blooming lens.

To love the sounds of the mockingbird, to bask in the glow of the cactus flower.

We continue to hike, struggling to stay upright in an unstable world.

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