The light on the far side
Of the long valley glowsWith the red it borrows
From the rocks it covers.
Fog no bigger than town
Hangs around the near side
Of that red-rock mesa,
Throwing off gold haloes.
The kid kicks up her heels
Beside the glowing stove
In the low adobe
Home of juniper beams.
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