Colorado (A fragment)

He burns

outside her lakeshore,

For he knows she holds

back the vast, wetness of her.

A quenching solution,

plugged up, dammed by,

too much occlusion.

Burdened and fraught,

woven to tangle by

her Gordian thought.

If only his wildfires

could lap her ringed wall,

incinerate her brambled dam,

the withering forest might not fall.

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1 comment
  1. Well that is not only really beautiful, but also reminiscent, for me, of ee cummings. Love. Thank you.

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