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In a Desert Courtyard
Casa de Suenos, Santa Teresa, New Mexico
Near the hand-carved benches,
this Mexican Elder will bear white blossoms
in spring—nearby, the blue fountain.
I look up. The photographic eye
takes shape—the importance of framing
a periphery can bring. Absence
of walls—a big open space
from here—to there—and the stars seem nearer
this night. With no possible edge or end
in even the keen eye’s gleaming sight. And far
away, still visible, the silhouette of mountains
guarding—these villages of light.