FUTURE
Past
is not identity
crucible of reflection
beginning and end
younger brother shadow
hanging limply on the wreckage
of the future comet
flaming arc of now
blazing through the blackness
signed
sealed
delivered!
TELLURIDE
There is a city sitting
tween beauty’s breasts
O, Telluride
sweet sister
of San Juan
eden of escape
mountain mistress
old roads arch upwards
intro greater heights
untended, unbound
an eye can’t apprehend
the panoramic beauty
as I spin round and round
a wonderful weathervane
at blue lake vista
her waterfall laughs
uncontrollably
tears streaming & spilling
filling perfect pools
glacier blue for you
a valley veiled in mist.
BLUE LAKE VISTA
Strolling neath the aspens
we stood upon a ridge
dreamed of winter cabins
those similar hopes
that smoldered in the hearts
of our fathers fathers
when they carved this rough country
for us:
leisure
relaxation
pleasure & poetry
for them:
shelter
sanctuary
western desperation.
