North from the I-40 Bridge




North from the I-40 Bridge


Looking north

Feeling the air against my face

Wintry whispers wishing for snow

Which we won’t see…

Just smell it in the wind.


Cottonwoods, reaching their bare arms into the sky

Dark against the sharp blue

Here and there

The signs of the big bosque fire from a few summers ago

Darkened trees, never to grow again

Stand sentinel in eerie reminder.


Looking further

To the mountains

Dark blue standing in sharp profile to the clear azure sky.

Brightly colored balloons fill the sky

Declaring their freedom from earthly bounds

With a rush of burners.


With a sigh

I return to my car

To civilization.

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