sangre de cristo range

new mexico



in the morning

or maybe after dinner


i walk up and down   up and down

the lane before our house




if i want to stretch my wings

i drive into the sangres   


park and walk

neither town nor country satisfies




i miss the vineyard

despite the smoke and haze


the tainted grapes

the lost year   soon to be two years




i miss the evenings spent on the patio

listening to leaves stir


listening to colin's grandfather's voice

rumble like a distant storm




we all miss something   someone

these are unnerving times


i walk and think   i always have   

in that sense   nothing has changed







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Written on 2021-08-21 at 23:40

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said. Even when you were there, you were missing something. That's just how it is for a certain kind of person.