Journey

Beneath me lies Denver,
Thrall of stasis,
Tenuous lines
Fading to western chaos -
A glint of light, then darkness


Dark mountains leap up at me
Then fall back silently
Into stony blue gorges.

High clouds brush my wings.
I have captured the sun!
Glittering, I release it.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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