From there
Three hundred
And sixty degrees
Of Canyonlands
I like the ocean best
A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore
This is no tourist destination. It is a small, busy, virile town of subtle charm like so many other small, busy, virile towns. You will never discover the charms if you arrive on the train and depart on the next bus.
A sun hangs low and wan
Weakly luminous
Shadowless
Its light dispersed
By an atmosphere
Still, unmoving
Thick with particles
But every now and again
The sun shines through
For weeks, or months
Pix to Words 