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gila cliff dwellings, new mexico

remains meant only for one
form in old ancient hills
slowly slip into unseen caves
beneath soft desert sands
voiceless in the shifting
windswept canyon

uncovered by time
hidden by rocks
fluidly written
beneath the dawn

deep in the corners
mysteries confess
heavy and humid
the air is dry
with echoing sounds
where water once flowed

exposed to the light
shadows disappear
withheld and disguised
the still life of deer
and horse awaken
in a wide open field

tale be told
colors unknown
richly drawn
brushed on a palette
too plush to reveal

in a room far gone
dwellings at best
fire and wood
long cooled by dust