IN THE DIM LIGHT OF DENVER I DREAM

in the dim light of denver i dream
waiting for the light rail train to come
to station and i’ll board and i’ll close
my eyes and there before me she will be laying
naked beneath the blankets
speakers blasting from backpacks
bluegrass street kids tucked outside of
shops that have hung their closed signs
electricity hanging in the air like a
pending snowstorm and i am lost
oh so romantically lost and at home
and the old men and the homeless men
play chess and checkers and dice and streetlight
oh such sugary streetlight i kneel beneath thee
and worship my faceless god and she says to me
nothing

because this is a city in the middle of flatlands
a queen in the center of an empty chessboard
you have to hear the wind meander the clocktower
and sneak through the elitch garden ferris wheel
eclectic bars pushing and shoving each other for attention
country music clashing in the streets with hip hop
as great Buddhist mountains sit still in the west
watching like patient parents
waiting for their kids to grow up
they might have to wait a little longer

but there’s pedicabbers and buses and
bridges and oh my – marijuana!
and when the city fills with fog
you never know if it’s the breath of God
or just another saturday night
between a rock and a hard place
between the electronic agenda
and the folksong symphony
i am lost at home
almost
but for now
i dream in the dim light of denver
waiting for the light rail train

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2014

READ “LONELINESS IN DENVER”

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

8 thoughts on “IN THE DIM LIGHT OF DENVER I DREAM”

  1. I like the way you capture the special qualities and the imagery, especially the BUddhist mountains. Denver is a special city and I miss it and it’s mountains. Thanks for making it live.

      1. In the Tibetan Buddhist and maybe other traditions of Buddhism, when you decide to devote yourself to the path of striving to achieve enlightenment of all sentient beings, you take refuge IN the Buddha, the Dharma (the teachings), and the Sangha (the teachers and other Buddhists). Thanks for your interest. Glad to answer any more questions. My husband and I were married in our Buddhist “temple” which was in a house , 612 Washington St. We spent our Honeymoon night at the Brown Palace. My husband said the area we lived in was called New Town.

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