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 Every time I turn the same corner

You take my breath away



Greeted by blue and purple irises

Taking out the trash is fragrant joy.



'We should walk on the plains,' you said.

Rusty gate creaked and clanged

Evening shadows fell on Flatirons.

We walked over rock, grass, sedge

Beckoned to muddy hollow

By fluttering shawls of blue

Bog mirroring sky.

Cicada choir buzzed, whirred, clicked

With soprano meadow lark solo

You inhaled perfume of iris

Kneeling as if in prayer.

Sun dropped behind foothills

And soaring above lark song

Coyotes chanted evening sacrifice.

Eternal blessed moment.

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