albuquerque
until
the sun
broke
over the eastern mountains
the
valley remained quiet
a
misty dark
adobe
houses cold as clay
a
couple of bicycles panting
up
the hill to the university
the
neighborhood dogs
throwing
out a bark
here
& there
the
empty lots & spaces
dry
grainy brown
indigenous
rail
yards pointing west
&
empty
---
e b bortz
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