Steamboat Springs

A cruel knife sliced up the time
and I was lost between the molecules of days
I know what lives within those empty spaces
I do know those variegated streams
that swirl and play and roar through dreams
The grainy stuff of life
A black stained road
A colored mist
Thin cotton curtains on the flyspecked window pane
A mountain aster in the early morning rain
Long ago I saw that very flower
Wild in a well of painted dreams  
 

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South of Steamboat Springs in Early Afternoon
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South of Steamboat Springs in LateAfternoon

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