i.

Pulp of my heart squashed
by a National Park and SMELL
that there are pine needles
hither and yon/hither and yon.

ii.

It's been proven that the
lush alpine meadow
of a relationship is
fertilized by sightseeing
Colorado wilderness lookovers.

iii.

These thoughts what come
as angst stabbed by a snow topping
present without any agony.


Sara Fielder © June 2019