The Spanish Peaks

The Spanish Peaks

Jutting rudely from the craggy Llano, the teeth of Gods;

Silver, muscular, and spartan like two of Arthur’s Knights

With broadswords boldly crossed and axes drawn

And Merlin’s magic dust forever whisking the twin summits.

Opposing peaks snow-capped until July, the burly twin titans

Rule the wind-battered vastness of the Southern Colorado plains

With two shimmering steel hands.