random thoughts

I like how the red earth
paints designs of its own
on my white canvas shoes
walking the trails of many
where old cactus and trees
line the occasional stream
How the Rio bends and carves
it’s way past your home
the little spring and pool
on the Red Dot trail where
once we sat and cuddled
after jumping in the cold
The smell of sage in the air
and climbing the rocks
with my Mandy beside me
where the cottonwoods stand
proud and graceful shading
the picnics there near
the house by Ottowi Bridge.

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