This being July, I’m offering section 1 of a three-part poem titled “Colorado,” which I wrote in pieces during the early 1980s, when I spent a fair amount of time out west. I later combined the individual poems because together they made a stronger composition.—PM
Heat flashes over the High Plains,
Heat lightning over the dark prairie,
Hot clouds sparking,
Bumping above the sweet grass —
Skylight, bright-pulse, street lamp.
July-light flicking off the Front Range,
White lines in a Denver night.
—Paul Marion (c) 2010