Santa Fe Fall

 

Scent of pinon wood burning on the air

smoke in lazy curls, see it gather there

above the lights of Santa Fe, lit fotolitos

casting their dull, mystic shadows

 

amidst the songs of the Gypsies

and the sands of the arroyos

find me there, under the old oak trees

that line San Mateo.

 

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