Sunday, July 14, 2013

-Traveler-


1. 
How softly distance paints the Rockies.

Behind us the echoes dissect  
Our impressions in young disobedience.

The twilight distance brushes 
An orange tincture to the peaks.

The mountain’s ember. 
The sweep of the valley is lightly-
Colored.

2.
What warms from the hearth 
Is what moves through the room
Is the warmth of the wood
At the strike of the fire.

What warms at the hearth
Is what lives in the room 
Which is finding its way
Through the smoke of the wood.





                                           For the young women of Colorado 17
                                           Denver, Boulder, 1969?






                                       


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