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