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
Poetry by one trick pony

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Written on 2020-08-27 at 21:07




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