Selected Poems from Chalkwood Heights
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The eroded cliffs of dry
Lake Cohuillo
were the horizontal shoreline
12,000 years ago
granite darkly stained
waves of dust
now carry the empty sea
ashore
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unpinned to waft
wary and adrift
toward some groundless soil
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head jutting out a tent flap
feet still curled inside a
fifteen dollar sleeping bag
same feet which last night
weren’t sure if they were cold
or merely reliving some sort of
Siberian honeymoon
breakfast snagged ten feet up a Ponderosa Pine
just in case that grizzly
last seen in 1907
didn’t have it in his mind
to make one last curtain call
no price on the crisp air of April
Breckenridge Mountain morning