new mexico

a shift


we stroll the plaza after lunch  

admiring jewelry   

costumery   atmosphere   


unusualness of place   somewhere new

new to marketa     

familiar to me   santa fe   


we stroll streets of enchantment   

make our way

to our casita of the blue door with groceries


for tonight and the days ahead

this is our new home   

at least for now   we will see what comes of it   


no  illusions

high hopes





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Written on 2020-08-27 at 21:07

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Seems like a transitory/drifting life. Living in the moment with "no illusions / high hopes" for tomorrow. I like that. :)