Oh Colorado,
what delight you took in misery then,
lying shattered and ruined
yet there remained time,
as the future appeared
so full of endless dreams and possibilities,
in the middle of ancient temples
ripe for the ransacking.
In the morning
you walked into the
dark and empty streets,
waiting for a Denver sunrise
which never came,
boarding a bus for the ride to Greeley
which never seemed longer.
The pawnbrokers had little sympathy
for lost love and broken memories,
offering only a pittance,
but you were glad to take it;
even dead men
have to eat.
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