William Meredith: William Meredith: Grand Canyon National Park
from “At the Confluence of the Colorado and the Little Colorado”
Where the two rivers come together – one cold,
one desert-warm – the party beached the raft to swim.
A blue aileron, looking new, lay on the bank
and Dennis put his shirt and bluejeans in it,
out of the wind that had blown his hat away.
Across the canyon, silver in the sun,
the fuselage glinted. The wreck was ten years old,
two liners that had come together in broad day,
dropping their metal feathers
and two tribes of travelers who settled then
where the wind told them to settle.
