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American Summer

Poems written while traveling.

Black Canyon of the Gunnison


Her parents said we were
too young.  Our love was

just teenage infatuation
they said.  They said.

They said it but they
were wrong.  Her old man

was dead wrong he was.
No way would he listen.

So rather than live apart
we died together,

on a warm August morning
in Colorado, from Gunnison

Overlook, a thousand feet
from the visitors' center.




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