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I’ve Never Been to Colorado in the Winter

Poetry & Prose | February 8, 2016

I’ve never been to Colorado in winter

 

So I can only imagine how the light turns

throughout the day

 

makes your eyes flow like ice,

bright with streams of sunblush,

 

throw glances off the calligraphy of aspens

the snow, the clouds floating on reflection

 

alone, then rise again with the moon

 

the same one I see

from the small lit square of my window at sea level

 

and only something higher, more experienced,

than mountains

 

knows how it is we are dimensions

 

apart, yet also together,

watching it all unfold.