Moving to Santa Fe
By Mary Morris
I packed my boxes, beat the tornado.
My brother followed in his truck
with my bed and books of photos.
Good-bye father and mother, seven
brothers who fed us wild animals.
Farewell to the stone house strangled
with red dirt, rose rocks,
green hills, and burnt grass.
I will miss you, armadillos
and hairy hands of tarantulas
crossing the road in the dark.
Farewell friends. I’m not far.
Visit me in my mud house
under the shadow of the mesa.
Bring me peaches.
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2020 by Mary Morris, “Moving to Santa Fe” from Dear October (Texas Review Press, 2020.) Poem reprinted by permission of the author and the publisher.