Memory stampeded the front range
but did not bull over the Sandia mountains into Albuquerque.
All those hooves milled about head stones
in search of an argument thrust into the present by the past.
The wounds we once inflicted upon each other
never had their stitches removed.
That mending was one long thread
that unintentionally held us together over fourteen hundred miles.
This morning in the reservoir run dry
you found the drowned math needed for our accounting.
Our greener grasses are east of the Sandia mountains
under ambling hooves stirring up dust clouds
as Memory works its way up the front range
toward the Pecos River headwaters.
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