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Barbara Robidoux

We Planted Trees We planted trees: apples apricots, peaches, pears digging into the red earth to cover their roots uncertain if fruit would ever come or who would still be there to taste it. Later we drove down to Pena Blanca passing red cliffs at Cochiti you took my hand. winding along the acequia we were were singing. We pushed our way through the thickets of willow reaching the expanse of the great Rio Grande I walked to the river and offered tobacco remembering that there is no word for goodbye.

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