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Eating Flowers

In the early morning we run
along the road toward El Salto
curving past houses &
expanses of sage & wildflowers

the Sangre de Cristo mountains move
toward us & now they're
a mighty prescence
rolling with dark green trees

Jada runs ahead & I follow slowly, breathing
in the thin mountain air & the scent
of sage

we turn back & Jada picks flowers
to make into bouquets

in town we find
a sweeping patch of wild tiger lilies,
their mouths just opening
to the morning sun

a man on the road
tells us we can eat
the unopened flowers

we reach for them tentatively
& stand, quiet,
crunching on the spicy buds