We are together in the Colorado sunshine
which came today, scouring away the grey coating of internal rhymes and reasons
that tend to accumulate with cloudy days on this side of the divide.
Corn stalks petrified in the prevailing winds,
Trees brushing a few remaining grains of gold from the sky,
The sky itself so unkind in its remorseless radiance, revealing
your whole selves, who are now no more or less than spaciousness.