George Young

The Argument

       (hiking Sedona)

A clump of red stone spires and you say,
“A gothic cathedral, a holy sign of God.” I say,
“No. Just the product of erosion, hematite rocks,
red attributes of the infinite substance
of the universe.” Then that night, outside
in our sleeping bags, we both finally do agree—
your Greek constellations,
my randomly placed stars, dazzling.

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