Poem 2: Draft

Tent Pitched on Hill in Colorado

The hill in Colorado aches to be a
mountain. It is higher than the plains
of Kansas, but dreams the arms of
two trees that shade the orange tenth
will lift the pitch higher than La Veta pass
so it can gaze up to Wolf Creek. Imagine--
an uncharted mountain, with a tent,
a bike, a trailer hitched to it, perfect
mountain, quick grade up, a safe descent
to a valley of wheels spinning on top
of a river that looks like blue glass.