COLOR

Rising in darkness,
as daylight tarries
upon the Rockies,

I swim their shadow—
float to the surface
of a black sea

as silhouettes of trees,
turn grim as bottom teeth
upon the ridgeline.

But no urgency—
we can breathe easily
into a day’s work

that waits in space
for color, for all
the light we need.

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