Fairy Chimneys
Amid
these ancient river valleys
In
the river-hewn landscape
Bony
fingers stretch upwards
Irregular
sandstone columns pointing at the sky
Shielded
from erosion of wind and weather
By
basalt boulders perched precariously atop
Thus
they sit
Wearing
dainty caps
Stretched
mushroom shapes
Tall
fungal structures
Amid
the tuff
Curved
and crooked
Twisted,
leaning
Top-heavy
hat-stones
Defying
gravity
Balanced
high
Up
in the air
Waiting
for that moment
When
the softer pillar
Will
at last collapse
And
rain down rocks
To
the ground beneath
A
fairy chimney no longer
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