Out and about
With The Leaves
I am only a leaf in the fall,
loosened from all I recall—
the branch, the breeze, the endless green,
the sky where sunlight used to lean.
To the morning sun through the pines
Your light drifts slow, like memory.
Each needle catches fire,
and the ground becomes
a quiet sea of gold and ash.
You fall on benches still wet
with night’s unspoken dreams,
where no one sits.
Alberto Ignacio
The Bridge
In the wake of a record number of suicides at the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge this month, Taos County youth, parents, law enforcement and government officials are calling on state officials to take action.
Suicide prevention measures — nets or…
