Sunday, January 15, 2017

Placitas 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Placitas

Winter morning.
The sky is hung
with lace and muslin.

In light like this
you must believe
in everything.




Thursday, January 12, 2017

Near Willard 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Near Willard

Go into the
mountains, trickster

says. Go into
the storm. You will

find wisdom there.
That's a story

I've heard before.




Sunday, January 08, 2017

North of Albuquerque 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

North of Albuquerque

The swirling mountains.
The sun gets lost, again.




Friday, January 06, 2017

AD FOR 


AD FOR

Viagra
or diamonds.

Sometimes it's
hard to tell.




Sunday, January 01, 2017

IN THE LAND OF POETRY 


IN THE LAND OF POETRY

Natives
in the land
of poetry

do not often
speak. They
listen.

They are
not afraid
of silence

nor of
chaos. They
love sun

and they love
shadow. The
roots of things

interest them,
the bark, the
branches.

In the wind
the mystery
of what

is there and
not there.
All of this

they know; they
touch it with
their fingers.

They live with
emptiness
and echo

and the fading
shades of evening
and even

in the dark
they see a light
which shines.



Thursday, December 29, 2016

North of Albuquerque 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

North of Albuquerque

Oh the high breath
of openness. Sun

tearing cloud off
the mountains. So

you want to fly




Sunday, December 25, 2016

Along Highway 41 South of Santa Fe 


from
NOTEBOOK: NEW MEXICO
January, 2016

Along Highway 41 South of Santa Fe

And you,
small mountain birds,

I am sorry
not to know your name.

Your blue cast
makes me think of sadness.




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