pre-virus
tucumcari to conchas new mexico
they
call it the canadian river that runs
near
the two-lane
from
a state park lake/reservoir confluence in the north
it
makes for a quiet sunday morning
sunny
dry december
hills
in pinyon pine
other
than a few lost seagulls
our
voices carry
like
an intruder
serendipitously
we've
been sent
to
the outer edges of a singing bowl
of
a rock face
that
leaves
with
a smile
---
e b bortz
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