Colorado, 1995

 

Mountain day trips,

unique small towns,

central Denver,

the French café,

escargot, freakish storms,

art museums,

antique and thrift stores.

The driest of dry air;

for almost 5 years

this was our playground

extraordinaire.

 

Bubbles of moments,

few and so fluid;

was that happiness?

 

Another last move, again;

the new apartment,

cozy and upwards in rent.

 

Finally,

we were safe and relaxed.

 

The truth remained

unpacked in cartons

stacked neatly inside

our married heart,

hushed until novelties

wore down to forgotten

inevitabilities.

 

Reviews

[Ladysue]

You are a fine poet, Rachelle. I love the mood in here as well. The flowed nicely. Loved the last stanza!!

[Samuel Dickens]

Very nice--atmospheric, well-worded with what seems to be a less than happy end. You're a fine poet, RachaelB.