What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs
Where cacti and mescals dare to abide!
Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs
Decorating the canyon may be espied.
In large nesting circles neatly drawn
In evaporating wisps and bold squares
In a sun to give thanks for every dawn
In little starbursts and stick figures
In a deer, in an eagle looking strong
In a war scene kept by the ancients –
It remains unsaid – time is not long
But to a murky end, everything drifts.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: December 3rd, 2023 14:39
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Great imagery. I feel the heat.
Feels like you braved the sun and found the cacti and (especially) the mescal............
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