the long flight home

the snow was falling in Denver.

we could see the mountains from the hotel
window.
larger than life.
blue with white peaks.
the thick green of the forest
rising.

the field in front was flat and brown.
we weren't in love,
but this is where we
were
this week,
so far away, so far out of town.

I watched her walk through the field
from the window.
kicking stones. not
looking back. soon she disappeared
in the curtains
of snow falling.

it was a long flight home.