Chamisa A red, earthen barrier cut across the world squeezed yellow by October’s teeth. Leaves that covered places where blue hills fell were plastered thick, like crudely mixed pigment. "People are calmer here," said my friend. "No," I replied, "they are simply more gracious." "It’s a pity you have to leave so soon." he said. Pollen in climax framed his face.
Reason for writing:
Returning for a brief visit to Santa Fe, NM, the
only place I've ever really loved.
Birth sign: Not entered
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