we each pick out a spire

the sunrise dusky desert view
through the quaking aspen trunks
as seen from the bed through the window
upon an early-ish wakeup
how we each pick out a spire in the distance
from our perch at the top of black elk peak (at 7,242 feet –
highest point between the rockies and the pyrenees)
where we
pause for a snack lunch
before making our way back down
in the mica-glittered sand dust

windows so big and tall
that one can lie on the couch
and watch the clouds move
in a way that usually requires a blanket and the ground
the heart-shaped piece of fool’s gold
that juniper leaves on top of my laptop
right near the chunks of mica
that traveled along with me in my jean shorts pocket

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