wednesday, october 24

in the distance, there is snow on
the mountains

the foreground is an asphalt parking lot
and the leaves at the heart
of boulder's creek-path domestication

well into turning, they flash
and almost seem to burn in the sunlight,
some already like a kind of ash.

tags: topics/boulder, topics/colorado, topics/poem

p1k3 / 2007 / 10 / 24