On the rooftop,
Where the sunshine floats, and
The clouds are sovereign.

On the sidewalk,
Where the people chatter, and
The pigeons interrupt.

On the road,
Where the bikes breeze by, and
The storefronts beckon.

On the mountaintop,
Where the treetops sing, and
The snowmelt prepares the way.

On the porch,
Where the grandparents nap, and
The dog steals dinner.

On the bed,
Where the lovers meet, and
The moon presses back the night.

A Montana Memorial Day

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