1.0 at Hawk Nest Retreat.... Aug 7, 2023 1st draft

the first draft. For my website's homepage sequence, I joined this draft to another recent early August poem. And as is my nature, I will keep tweaking it. I call it combing out the knots.

As the air thickens yellow with the weight of the westerning sun
It seems hardly possible…
The blue of the sky deepens…
Has turned a deeper shade of dark…
Has turned a mind-bending blue.

I lie here on the smooth rock of the river’s side.
I stare through the tall stand of the drought-dead grand-hulks of the grandfather pines.
Several of the canyon’s clan of Vultures sail by, slide over.

My eye catches…
And ho!… I am brought to the immaculate marvel of the arch of the blue grandness.

this is first draft of the first poem of the website