Dianne was in the garden pulling weeds
and watering where the sprinklers did not reach.
The wind slid the screen door
so it was open for flies to enter the house.
A roadrunner checked our adobe walls for whiptail lizards
then poked his head into the living room.
He hopped up from the rough mat onto the carpet.
His head cocked one way then another.
The roadrunner sprinted around the coffee table five times
until I stepped into the room from the kitchen.
He dashed out the open door.
He stood outside, his tail slowly moving up and down.
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