Echo
Whatever I say, repeats itself. “Hello!” Hello, Hello, hello… As my eyes roll over her curves Arching over me, bending in Streaks of red and yellow Broken finally by azure Sky that offers the only light Inside this giant bowl dome. A cathedral, a great place to hear the violin or guitar. A Symphony or maybe quartet? If you sing the canyon songs You are blessed with a chorus Of your own voices from The echo chamber. “Clouds, oh clouds, speak to me…”