One Hundred Degrees of Snow-Capped Rockies

i've been in some
lonely space
on the other side
of the universe

and it always seemed
best
to travel far away

for all of this i would give
everything
to make it snow again


as long as it was a field
near home
where one could feel alone

eat a hot dog
prepared by the best

sit alone in prairie straw

i am

seeking the crashing sun
its fall
relentless in her beauty
 
for all of this i would give
everything
to make it snow again