For the Cliff that Is Leaving Us
       

It's not shearing off or making

a swan dive. It's simply slumping

down like collateral damage

in a spaghetti western, a rancher

caught up in the wrong poker game.

Too late for the prayer circle,

bamboo planting, five-ton rock.

Cliff dwellers wear tunics of yellow

caution tape and wave like drowning

men. Aww. That's a good look for

you. Ready the dinghies. Right

the kayaks. Get some pool

floaties together for the army

corps of engineers.

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