Oh now the dawn 
sky turns to a
blue of smoky opal
a depth and richness
known only to treasure
The Rockies appear as
an apparition from the
night like craggy cliffs
emerging from the mist
certain to crush hope
of the new world
The eastern faces of
tall buildings blush rose
as if they’ve been
caught thinking dirty things
Dawn here in Denver
is such a delicate
slow dance between lovers

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