sangre de cristo range

new mexico




unease

 

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.
2021-08-22