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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