Wrote this a few years back while I was working with a firm in Salt Lake City. The salt lake never freezes but it can become slushy at very low temperatures. An austere but beautiful place. 

Saltlake Sunrise

Twenty below
Air crisp as the snap of a dry twig
Water the consistency of sirup
Starlight sits at anchor

Two miles from shore
Elementally calm
Not a ripple or a puff 

Wrapped in a buffalo robe
head resting against the cabin top
Stars Queen Ann's Lace dense pushed aside by 
The Wedgwood light of a precursor sun 

Yellow white spills
Over eastern saddle backs and sawtooths
blinding light coronas the edges 
Coal aflame 

Western Wasatch 
alight with flamingo snow caps
The city in diamonds to the south

In preternatural response

I weep

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Written on 2021-04-11 at 00:34

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This brings to mind, vividly, a friend with whom I lost touch a decade ago, perhaps longer.

He looked at the world as you do, with sensitivity, and wrote of it, as you do, with grace and appreciation. And tears did flow.