Colorado Springs, CO
the garden
speaks to him as he sits
wondering if
the trip is over
mountains and
rocks
painting
postcards
sent can’t be
received the same
as all these
emotions welled up
waiting for a
release into
something so
pure and undisturbed
despite
tourists ‘snap snap’ with the camera
how many ‘snap’
with the mind instead
locking the
pictures
engraved into
the memory
only hours have
passed
what though
when hours swing
to days months
from now
will pictures
alone suffice
will he need
the return to the garden
telling him
this is where he belongs
new ink
covering old scars
always there on
his mind
looking forward
to the return
as he did the departure
out west…
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