Isolated behind the window muntins
Dreaming of the many Colorado mountains
Still to be conquered
Yet, held stilled in shelter – sequestered
From normal daily life
By the horizon latitudes of the world’s strife
Personified by this lonely empty street
Where now - only a fleeting sun’s retreat
Is left for darkness to reign
Returning to rule once again.
Sleep – is the only respite.
Will we ever be - all right?
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