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Constellation

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
this crysallis teepee
old and new blood live in me

Cradled in the mountains
spring leaning into summer
the questions...
a boy could spend a lifetime
sifting through the years
when the well is dry
fill it with tears

Now I see the colors