Imagine, yourself-no, be there! -in a canyon, <br />Crisscrossed with sharp steel edges, <br />Rim to rim, <br />The Grand Canyon of canyons; <br />You're at the bottom- <br />There is no way out <br />Unslicing yourself. <br />That's the blues, not the greens, <br />(Like the colored wedges) , <br />You feel wedged in every day <br />In the canyon of imperfection.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jagged-edges/
