it was time for a change of scenery;
too long we’d danced in stagnant rain on prairies
and wanted for some elevation, or
perhaps bigger sky or broader blue scapes.
undecided, we headed west in the car
playing novels on CD as the miles
slipped by, the asphalt river racing past
beneath worn tires and we watching roadsides
for occasional animals, hawks by
day, eagles near the mississippi, deer
at dusk and night, plentiful in the plains
that time of year. by morning, two novels
in, we found ourselves in albuquerque,
and, of course that’s where we made our wrong turn.

dmpitchford