Poetry & Prose

I’ve Never Been to Colorado in the Winter

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.


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