pulling into
santa fe new mexico
a sunny november noon
a few snapping pictures
passengers stepping down
a banjo & fiddle
playing an unfamiliar
bluegrass tune
puffy white clouds
moving to the rhythm
sandra joyfully transposed
by the marketplace teeming chatter
recycled stalls & organic shoppers
a black dog pushes
his head to my leg
lifts his nose
as if inhaling
a new day
--- e b bortz
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