Louva Leslie Merrill

(Richland, WA, USA)

Anasazi Ruins

I see their zigzag art form
Left by passing snake on desert's slate,
Then edge into a gully deep between red walls
Adorned by pictures pecked out long ago. Grasping holds for fearful hands and feet,
Up cliffs with varnish stripes I grope,
And once I slip - but safe transport
Back to an age without a history. Shimmers from the shifting sand
Distort the outline of a door
Which seems to waver in and out of square.

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