Beneath me lies Denver,
Thrall of stasis,
Tenuous lines
Fading to western chaos -
A glint of light, then darkness
Dark mountains leap up at me
Then fall back silently
Into stony blue gorges.
High clouds brush my wings.
I have captured the sun!
Glittering, I release it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem