After sunrise
Our tongues burn
from the Christmas sauce
in the best
breakfast burritos Española
has to offer.
We four traveled
Past the black mesa,
peaks stretch across
the bright horizon,
a mountain range
like a heartbeat,
or waves of music
dipping into the
next bow stroke.
Snow, punctuated by
trails of hoof prints,
a herd of elks
trekking across the
Valles Caldera.
Back in Columbia,
I found hatch peppers
in the grocers,
And we made
enchilada bowls and
we remembered
Sledding in the
Mountains.
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