-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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