creative ramblings & reverie

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Leaving the Tesuque Valley at Evening

Raspberries climb along the fence
this evening of still sun, perfect 
after twenty-one years' practice.

Supper cleared from the kitchen table,
no more excuses for my dawdling over
"one more cup of coffee, Mama."

The Catcher in the Rye bound up
in shirts and argyle socks; now
hurrying to make the train at eight.

I pull out on the valley road
past the family of mailboxes
shouldered awkwardly together,

the sun flattening 
on the spinning pavement.

In the evening's catch of breath
the Roybal's horse stands dappled
with Tesuque apple branches,

fenced in a small patch 
of rearview mirror.


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