Canyon Smiles and Teeth

In a slanting gaze
the sun warm            with

embracing                     fingers
skewed indifferently
across the wet                       brow
of a traveler, lost                           in 
mind and                                 thought 
and direction

His eyes looked		                        up 
through cotton                                   trees
filtering the embrace
from above—in                                        this
distraction the lark		                        did
advantage with a sweep-
ing loop, faithless, at                                    the
wanderer’s glance

His eyes then danced                                       in
aim of this flight, erratic
with jovial carelessness,
as it went adjacent the                                     sun.
He resulting-ly shielded 
his eyes but never looked away:
in doing so he fell off the face of the earth and splattered