36 Hours in New Mexico
saddle up a fine cream-colored mule
an unimaginable mystery
eager to be abroad in its
startling white church, its clustered town and its acacia trees
clumps of wild pumpkin
a great colony of gray-green lizards
petrified rock, “yellow as ocher”
ancient juniper trees
7 comments:
i like the dance of colors in this. and it brings back so vividly memories of new mexico for me.
All those colours..I can kind of visualise
numbing nirvana
Thank you, Gautami and Rhian!
Frank
Sparse open poem, perfectly reflecting the sense of place it conjures, cool,
Hey, thank you, gingatao! Like good music, in my opinion, it's as much the silences as the notes that create good phrasing.
Frank
Frankie!! Long time no "see"
Your work is always like that, great with space and silence and stillness.
You never overcrowd your poems.
How ya been?
I miss New Mexico... I haven't been back since I moved to Canada.
Hi Danika,
I've been quite good. Working part-time, going to poetry readings too. And enjoying those spaces between!
Thanks,
Frank
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