Tag Archives: Placitas

Being Here

Placitas. From the high trail, the Sunday church bell’s ringing fills the valley below.

A scream: two hawks and a raven, harrying all over the sky. The hawk’s keening cry falls like its falling body, streamlined stone.

A slight rockfall in a narrow canyon.

A coyote turd with three dozen apricot pits.

Boots

Boots Cebolla green sprout