by Ethel Mortenson Davis
“You must come.”
“No, not yet.”
“You have no choice.”
“But I must right something
in my life.
Wait till morning.”
“You have no more mornings
in your quiver.”
“Oh.”
“Now, let go
of the rim
of the Great Canyon.”
Great Canyon
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fourwindowspress 
Wow, more wow. I love “no more mornings in your quiver.”
Thanks Liz. Ethel
Tremendous words!
Thank you. Love Ethel
The time has arrived
Quiet, vast and glorious
Your wise acceptance
I hope so. Love Ethel