The deer will reappear before
It’s time for you to go.
Your spirit was born in this place
Millions of months ago.
I formed your being in this space
Beside a guileless spring.
Thousands of mountains previous
When Maroon Bells could ring.
The dear ones will come to you when
It’s time to cross the stream.
With garlands of bloom – they’ll present
The angel in your dream.
(26 June 2008, above Gothic, Colorado)
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