Colorado Rain

Air, thick with remembrance of the night’s rain
Lays on me like a second skin
Inhaling, my lungs absorb the particles
Of long traveled water

How far has it been since you started?

The Rockies, proud towers that they are,
Fought you, challenging you to climb

Coastal cities begged you
To be their cleanser
Sweeping clear building and street

The Pacific, filled with finned creatures
And the tears of the drowned
Offered you to me

So I, at breakfast
In Colorado’s high plains
Might taste you
With my morning coffee and toast.

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