The Path to Carson Falls

I turned off the fire road
Where I saw two foxes cavorting
Among the chaparral and metamorphic rocks
Slipping on schist I dropped

Into the green, grey, and remaining garnet
And heard the canyon breathing
Countless hidden feeder creeks singing
Along with naked aspens and pines in their breezes

In the background, ever present
Growing louder with each now careful step
The falls crack precipitation
Into mist, into pieces, into peace

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