Enchanted Santa Fe
Red soil
Blue sky
The female voice on the airport shuttle rang
"Welcome to the Enchanted State"
A city that shows its bare butt with no vegetation in the sun
A city that inherits indigenous red adobe houses
A city with beautiful galleries on Canyon Street
A city that loves and is loved by Georgia O’Keeffee
Now we are here again
Full of excitement
Bright colors
Dry air
Fiery sun
Occasionally a hailstorm
Spiral staircase in the church
Like a string of DNA
Perfect rotation
Seemingly unable to bear weight
Yet many people stand upon it
Showing its miracle
In a small red adobe church
Before the cross
A pit with red powder
We each hold a handful
Apply on body and face
With Christ’s blessings
With the Natives’ prayers
This magical soil can bring you hope of healing
Meow Wolf
A pink giant sniffing a rose
A world intertwined with dreams
We are wandering in the subconscious maze
It's like our unconscious life
Santa Fe
I am immersed in the legend from the past to the present
Came here again by accident
As if this is our pilgrimage site