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by Jethro McClellan
Boulder: ‘twixt reality and mountain.
Culturally, an eternal fountain.
One of town’s best finds: Cafe Trident.
Good (and some great!) minds on a high bent.
Walk a few blocks east; answer sweet call
(irresistible!) of Pearl Street Mall.
Head east, into the valley,
Away from street and alley.
Its pastoral beauty doesn’t change,
but opens up into the Front Range.
Culture, weirdness or mountain:
Boulder is an eternal fountain.
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by Jethro McClellan
Close enough to “Sure, I can do it!”
Confidence fades? Time to renew it!
Universe responds to desire for freedom;
Friends and strangers will follow, if you but lead ’em.
Doing the right thing can be hard (even hellish).
YOUR OWN song to sing; not one you can embellish.
You create your life. THAT task you can’t shirk.
Smile! Aid! Get ’er done! And it WILL all work!
Slow your pace; look to the future, not the past.
Hold your space; keep your cool. Don’t move quite so fast.
You may be on a winning streak;
doesn’t mean you can’t wait a week.
Notice where you are; see past how things appear.
Don’t progress TOO far; keep what is near, near.
Jethro McClellan has lived in Boulder since the early 1990s; he was a featured reader
at Innisfree Bookstore and Cafe, and (before that) many times at both Penny Lane and
the Laughing Goat. He graduated from Naropa in 1997, and he is as much at home in
and native to Boulder as he is to his birthtown of Boston.
Send poetry submissions of 250 words or fewer to poetry@boulderweekly.com.
