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Barbara Robidoux

High Road Heart-shaped cottonwood leaves gone brown hold to the tree today's chili's hung to dry have no memory of last summer's heat. We take the high road to Taos leaving home in the rear view mirror forget the bad taste of love gone sour and love again. Smell of snow in the air the 75 Chevy pickup struggles to climb the mountain road: Chimayo to Cordovoa, Cordova to Truchas. At Las Trampas we stop at the old adobe church, I light a candle for myself and pray to St Anthony who finds all things lost. A friendly lady keeping shop hands me a wooden cross "Pray mi hita, God will hear you." Outside an old man chops pinon and cedar He greets us with a wide grin: "Snow's coming" Leaving for home we descend into the Espanola Valley a wet snow begins to fall, roads are slick and wet. A sudden stop to miss a running deer. 360 degree spin out of control, hearts racing, the Chevy carries us home. 10-31-00     Santa Fe, New Mexico

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Issue #25, February, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.