Once I climbed a hillside
up Cattle Creek;
sat on a dusty rock looking across to Mt. Sopris,
while a tiny bee buzzed ’round a purple mountain aster.
No photo.
No video.
Just the memory of that hot sun
burning my skin in that crisp, clean air.
How I wish you could feel it!
rJo Herman 1/30/16

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