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Hues of New Mexico

 

 

Hues of New Mexico

 

 

Torn and brittle by the rape

Bestowed by a civilized horde,

White against red, a nation

Ravaged by men and sword.

 

Only weeds dare to grow where 

Once thrived peaceful folk. A dusty

Landscape topped with creosote, a few 

Mobile homes scattered, barely afloat.

 

One highway like a vein across

Carries food, illegals and some clothes

Not even a hint of the wealth 

That once flowed.

 

I have an urge to escape to the Sandia Peaks,

Embrace the pinkness above and beyond

Listen to the voices buried in the ground

Exposing their innocence, massacred, discrowned.


Alexandra Goodwin 

 

Alexandra Goodwin is a transplant from Buenos Aires, Argentina, and as such, nourishes her soul like an air plant without apparent roots. As she works toward semi-retirement, she has taken residence in her imaginary tree house above her mango tree in Florida. She has written a novel and three poetry books: one with her own photographs, one in Spanish, and one an adult coloring book with Haiku poems.

Her essays and poems have appeared in the Miami Herald; Dare to be Authentic Volume 1; The Light Between Us; Live, Love, Laughter, a PEN Anthology; citaenlasdiagonales.com; and Our Town News.

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  1. "Listen to the voices buried in the ground

    Exposing their innocence, massacred, discrowned."

    Glorious lines.


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