This is Denver, for the time being.
This coming Monday, it will be fourteen years since we parted, not a single regret.
Left the golden sun and scorching summers.
Left bone rattling thunderstorms and white-hot lightning in the black of night.
Left snow of every stripe.
Left ice skate on the apartment pavement all winter-long.
Left static electric shocks and my hair standing on end.
Left lapis, azure, cerulean, sapphire, and plain blue skies.
but not lost.
A road map etched on my heart.
Right to everything
Left to everyone
I’ve ever loved
p.s. A link to info about the Huichol VW. Very cool…