Along Arapahoe
Behind the green mountains
Suddenly snow caps
lift
a slender whisper
above
The wide-load drone
Of fin-de-siecle pioneers
Powering shiny hopes
West
along
Arapahoe.
Noon is a sun beat
Passing
on
the sidewalk trail
where
All my rolling wheels
Are stilled
Caught sheer
by
the elegance of rock
As if
by
a linden tree blooming
early
in
the churchyard
at
St.-Germain-des-Pres.