Sonny Rainshine

Don'T Drive Into Sedona - Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Don’t drive into Sedona
just before sunset.
Carmine canyons and
russet monoliths all
converge at that hour
to bewitch wayfarers,
and wizardry pulsates like
static in the stillness.

Don’t lower the
windows. Shrill
whoops and the
incantations of long-dead
shamans might worm
into your cochlea
and make you mad.

They say an old
Sinagua indian chief
guards the cliffs
and keeps the gods
from stealing the red.

Don’t drive into Sedona
just before sunset—
unless you are a good soul,
or want to become one.

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  • (5/7/2006 12:29:00 PM)

    Yet again, Sonny, great feel and love the end.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 7, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 7, 2006

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