We think this poem really captures the essence of New Mexico. Please share if you agree! DIRT ROADS by Barbara Jean Ruther A relaxed mailbox out by the ditch might have a name scrawled on it. Otherwise, they say, “Take the second dirt road past the arroyo.” Weeds spill from clumps of dry soil, tired fences of discarded vigas are held together with reused barbed wire, keeping the heifers at home. Adobe haciendas grow from the earth with modest windows, a little uneven and screen doors that don’t quite close. There’s a gathering of rusty garbage cans, a couple peculiar dogs lying in the shade. Monstrous and shaggy cottonwoods decorated with clusters of stubborn hollyhocks, no one thinks about watering. Occasional pickup trucks stir the dust, brown clouds glisten in the sun — announce a visitor. They come to spend evenings on a rickety porch swing, watch the sky change hues, drink iced tea. There’s a peacefulness and calm like the breathing of a sleeping baby.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 18:06:21 +0000
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