Burial Poem 10 --40 39' 45.88" N, 105 11' 8.37" W

At the furthest reaches
     of this jagged mountain-scape
     to the moving sky
across peak
      within gully and gulch
      last winter's snow pack
   still fights
           against
              the elements
      a sun high in the north
      summer winds
      a parade of awe struck
         travelers
      the dark clouds rising
                from cities below
the packs are no longer white
      now with a yellow tint
          of dried bone
      the remains are
      less than the year before
yet they hold

            and wait.