Bradley Jay Phipps (December 17,1956 / Durango, Colorado)
A Ghost Town
When I look at the aspens
in their autumn leaves,
I see the wonder of the universe.
I see a beauty from the eons,
and the grace of the Great Spirit.
I see your face aglow with love.
You hold sunshine in your cheeks
and scattered gold in your eyes.
I have to catch my breath when
your image whispers the tale
of a ghost town within my soul.
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