Santa Fe Poetry Broadside: Judyth Hill, Latitudinal Perspectives

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Judyth Hill

Latitudinal Perspectives

Whatever is going on is the opposite of verticality.
East to the cattle guard, and the little elementary school with new swings,
West to the Appaloosas, like specks in the distance.

It's a canyon snow thing.
A foreshortened world, straight out of Hieronymus Bosch.
Somehow Russian, lots of cabbage, tea sucked through sugar.

Marriages all over are on the rocks: too cold,
children grown and gone,
whatever.

The path to the pick-up treacherous with ice.

Habits hold:
Every morning, clean the stove,
Spread ashes on the path, rake coals. Build up the fire from what

Banked heat remains after a night below freezing.
The other wife is still in bed,
Thinking this.

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