I think we should move to Santa Fe
I say
To be near our beautiful artist friend
We will place our bed on a mesa
Wrap up in blankets
Against the desert nights
Say farewell to father
And his books and lessons
We will never forget
How he strangled us
When we were seven
So far away
But near
A shadow
And a heart beat
Can we make mud pies
She asks
Only if there is rain
I say
Not really knowing what the desert is like
We did not learn about other countries
In school
I liked physics
Seeing how things worked
The colour of wires
The sparks of electricity
If only we could go back
Learn it all again
But for now
We move froward
On to meet our artist friend.
