There is a cer­tain delight­ful­ness in the rhythm and play of ​“Mov­ing to San­ta Fe” by Mary Mor­ris, in which she enacts the farewell song of some­one mov­ing from an old home to a new one. In Mor­ris’ case, she is leav­ing a child­hood home in one part of the coun­try to a new adven­ture in anoth­er part of the coun­try, exchang­ing red dirt, peach­es and armadil­los for mud hous­es and the mesa. If we are haunt­ed by this jaun­ty poem, it is because the images she invokes sharp­en adven­ture with a tinge of danger.