the grand canyon (winewood dr)

like the clay

we used to get from that
abandoned rural construction pit
the rusty powdered ground
that pounded 'round our cotton Keds
the walls, big enough to fit
our tallest and most ballooned schemes
and how the massive concave bend pulled
our spinning bikes down in
and, skilled with sufficient speed,
barely pushed us up again

then afterward how that wet reddish muck
became the clods, the shoes
the pastels and chalks and rouges
whose soft edges I'd scrape
against every last pavement
or house
or office space
to home
whatever that is

-sk 1/22/13