Over the course of a year and a half
Slow whiplash
I watched in black and white and grey
As my rose colored glasses sailed away

Turn of the century
She set her sails for a different course
Twenty years after my birthday
I learned the secret of my source

Aspens all around
Greener by the hour
Stove in the middle of the circle
I hear the fire

And the river and the rain
On this chrysalis teepee
Old and new blood live in me

Cradled in the mountains
Spring leaning into summer
The questions…

Boy could spend a lifetime sifting through the years
When the well is dry, fill it with tears

Now I see the colors

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