Cobblestones

With something churning in the marrow of her breast,

The maiden crept along the cobbles.

No hunted looks from creaking doorways;

just another covered canyon city full of polygons in grey and black.

"Don’t trip now; damn these heels!" she said,
stepping carefully among the daydreams.

Ranch near Canyonlands, Utah, Easter Saturday
 (Photo by Larry Calloway of Crestone)