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In Albuquerque

d’Verse Poetics: Sentiments of the Southwest
Mish would like us to join her in the Southwest

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dry winds blow tumble weeds
across hot pavement chasing
each other like children
sunsets finger paint the mountains
a watermelon pink
spring rains turn dull sandy fields
into meadows laughing in flowers
and in the night the howl of
coyotes stirs my soul

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13 thoughts on “In Albuquerque

  1. Yup, you nailed the feel of the SW perfectly; nice word smithing, I too love the lines /sunset finger paints the mountains/a watermelon pink/.

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  2. “sunsets finger paint the mountains” LOVE this line! I can just see the smears of pinks and reds blurring into one another…….what a perfect description! 🙂

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