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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 3, September 2017

Dru Philippou
Taos, New Mexico, USA


I hike down the four-hundred-foot drop to the hot springs along the Rio Grande, an old stagecoach trail where travelers stopped to recoup. Though the cluster of cabins was destroyed by a flood in 1927, remnants of a bridge remain, embedded in the basalt. Local women gathered at the pools to bathe and wash clothes. Long before the Spanish arrived, the Pueblo Indians called them Wa-pu-mee, waters of long life.

a naked child
casts her shadow
in the sand
sharp angles echo
ancient petroglyphs

in a hundred years
who will see my imprint
who will know
I knelt at the edge
of this river



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