santa fe, new mexico
i love our new home, our house of the blue door . . . but
stark realities
going for a run at seven thousand feet
the sameness of the food and architecture
the separateness of anglos and hispanics
the distance to anywhere
light pollution
living in a small town that calls itself a city
making friends
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-09-15 at 00:34
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