The wind blew him in, the one I noticed
Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush
Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden
I had seed to spare and time
There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day
Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before
Now to taste our storm
To embrace it while looking
In eachother’s eyes
More light, less reason
Pressing on retinal cells
Explosion of love 
Direct us to truth
Again with your fingertips
Again with your mouth
I snowball you
You’d thought, just a tiny, white match….
A good, quick fight ‘fore you made your way home
As the avalanche of me comes along
My wayfaring crystalline purifies you
Where now is your old arsenal
Your well-groomed trail?
Replaced by my black-diamond touch
Inhale, exhale, flex
Metaphorical muscle
Hope, then faith, then love
Magic dust I make
Since Colorado rocked me
Merrily I roll
Mirrors and many things
Left behind
No longer serving to remind
All she disappeared into
It was a hollow
Worse than silence
Comes now each new day
A ringing out
In Chickadee song
So sweet, all I long for now
Is to hear her DNA daily
Feel her backbone & warrior call
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