Less than a week of being off the water of the mighty Colorado River, my body is still rocking. Some call it disembarkment syndrome when your mind is sensing movement that is no longer there.
My mind returns to the shore of the Grand Canyon, Poncho’s Kitchen, thick sand, rock ledges where the silent scorpion was ready to pounce on a moth that night. How it glowed white under Danny’s UV light and we watched it move in its own darkness.
what we cannot see
hidden in summer shadow
more than time and space
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dVerse prompt on sounds of summer – most scorpions make no sound – saw my first one while camping on the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon
wordshophop 
Lovely descriptive write of your visit to the canyon on the Colorado, allows us to voyeuristically go along. Thank you!
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I especially liked your haiku, as well as your descriptive prose about the Grand Canyon. Ashamed to say I’ve never been there even though I live so close.
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Even when I studied nursing in Phoenix, they told us to check our shoes every morning to make sure there were no scorpion in them This was a long time ago before Phoenix was the size it is now.
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