It began with a parade
of palm fronds
fashioned like peacock feathers
in an homage
to a higher power
moving through the park
around the little league field
and the monkey bars
we were across the street
walking towards the mountains
in the distance
they did not seem so far
but then
that illusion just a demonstration
of the mountains' size
like you a stranger I knew
I already loved
the sun was high but lazy
and the air was thin
you talked about race cars
and boxtops
and life in Tennessee
and I knew then I could forgive you
of anything you had done
or of anything you might ever do
I flew
out of Denver
dutifully compliant
to patience.
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