What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWhat 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 giving thanks for every dawn In little starbursts and stick figures In a deer, in an eagle looking strong In a war scene foretold by prophets It remains unsaid - time is not long But to the same end, everything drifts.
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