Flown with scattered sails
hovering motionless above
a constant torrent
promising no relent
promising no harm
merely undulating according to purpose.
Colorado air creeps into
a New York office
it reinvigorates heavy eyelids
sterilized by humming screens
it carries the scent of dying Aspens
trying to remind the world of yellow
before it is muddles beneath inches of snow.
but the air promises little
it attacks the crevices
that line building walls
that penetrate iron mountains
air purple in the evening
air brown in the middle of
Diamond District traffic.
She can scathe buildings
quicker than a spider
crawls through
mountain walls
she could incorporate families
under her wings
enjoying flight given by the breeze
rushing up off the water below.
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