from smoky skies to ice
all the devil’s handiwork
(Earth in humans’ grip)
Sayonara, Mi Jardín
weather
Trapped (Not Trapped)
sometimes i think: Hell.
twenty days of solid heat.
(Denver in summer)
and then i recall
our glorious altitude
and misty mornings
i will swim for views
only captured here at home
(Denver forever)
Friday Night Lights (x2)
what’s more beautiful—
this red, water-begging dawn
or my daughter’s grin?
each touched by showers
so desperate to soothe our souls
from this hellfire
Sky Rat
if only these were clouds
not fucking with my haiku syllable count
but actually pouring down rain instead of smoke
if only we didn’t have cactus along the Front Range
to remind us of
how harshly we’ve parched this Earth
how we’ve stolen the sky with fires
how these are not clouds trying to hide
the ever-present sun
Fire and Ice
water still as ice
while wildfires choke sky
with climate change breath
Too Hot to Believe
only this sunrise
shaped by feared wildfires
could make these strange scenes
Free Fire
how couldn’t you love
living amongst these sunsets?
set by fire, love.
you’ll never see light
like these Friday night lights, love.
you’ll see handlebars.
we win with bike lanes.
with the illusion of truth.
with blue skies and heat.
Zucchini Has Friends
cucumbers are here!
and what better potatoes
than purple, from home?
Still the One (Twenty-two Years)
you can’t get this far
without climbing some mountains
oh, but the aspens.
Water Everywhere
everyone swimming
a clear Colorado lake
an afternoon storm
camping is simple
with tents, paddle boards, tables
and yet so complex
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