This is about the summer I was working in Glacier National Park in Montana-
Summer, Montana - I was twenty-one Cloaked in gray thoughts, far vision concealed Until I walked beneath your healing sun Your magical, lush mountains revealed In trees, symphonies of birdsong merry Your trails of daisies led me to streams Sprinkled with sweet pops of huckleberry Your lodges - open, soaring antique beams There, he found me - in silence, music heard Held me close in his arms in moonlit dance I loved that he loved my wellspring of words Then, September - and he- gone in a glance It is his unicorn charm I still feel Alluring, spellbinding - but it's not real. 5/8/18
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