The Traveller
- Taylor Heussner
- Nov 17, 2017
- 1 min read
photograph by Matt Mooney
White lines on cement
and mirrors,
cars chase, miles drown, and i exude
a brittle warmth. like a smoky bon fire,
where it stings your eyes, pushes
you away. yet you still need its warmth
in this crisp
Rocky Mountain air.