Protecting the Sky
crying of cinnamon wind
the nights lost in Loveland
sweltering palms of forgetfulness
pulled by tides and moonbeams
whatever we were to each other
became a bouquet of challenges
light breaks the silent shadows
with secret thoughts of symphonies
caressed by endless summer nights
where El Niño's scented breezes linger
on the sheets like a fine perfume
carried on the wings of an owl
the sleeping giants of winter
never touch the shores in their canoes
an iron throne of ice and snow
a faded photo floating off a falls
distant memory camp fires smolder
doused by ladies with crooked smiles
time’s venom will complete the circuit
trusting a May fly to Marching millipedes
like an echo on the other side of the brain
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