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HIGH AND DRY IN SANTA FE

It is snowing. Looking out the window-

I sit in my room waiting (no car,

unmotivated [city on COVID

lockdown], oh well). 


The snow looks like Dippin Dots. It rests

on our balcony. My wife went out,


came back in; now cotton

candy-like fluff all over. 

Only water.


I wish I had my car but

I really don't have

anywhere I want to go.


My eyes drift to the yellowing leaves, intermixed

with fading greens. The ivy, by contrast, is going

red.


I want my car.

I have nowhere

to go. Without it, 


I feel stranded

in the middle

of a desert.


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