Flagstaff

Today I found a piece of your heart in the Flagstaff sunrise,
When that fiery orb greeted the nearly full-faced moon,
For a few hours of conversation before they parted ways;
I felt you in the sharp invigorating cold of morning,
That glistened on the rooftops lining Route 66;
I smelled you in the woodstove smoke,
Rising like dancing fire phantoms from so many well-worn chimneys -
Coalescing together in a silent chorus,
Before becoming one with the sky;
I found you on San Francisco street,
In the brick buildings and back alleys,
But namely in the friendly faces of those,
Who call this place home;
I imagined you walking these streets beside me -
Showing me the hidden treasures,
This place held for you,
And the stories they wrote on your heart;
Yes, Friend, I found pieces of your soul here,
And they were beautiful.