from "While Passing Through"/Summer
So dry this summer!
Roadrunner in my yard
this morning
is back again now
stopping, starting—foraging.
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I like this Glen... brings back fond memories. I used to live in West Texas, just a little ways from the New Mex border. I would often go over there to hike and camp. I do miss that beautiful Land of Enchantment very much. Thanks for the memory pardner.