“Anasazi Ruins 3” by Sally Bills Bailey
cochineal and indigo
infused warp and weft
bursts of uncursed colors
in mystic geometry
supple tapestries
pendent on portals
cut high into sheer rock
whose outcrops supported
adobe pueblos
where surefooted
earthen skinned
cave-dwellers
climbed to make
contact and compact
to reshape society
join disparate tribes
in confederate worship
of southwestern sun
thriving peaceably
during dependable eons
of arable seasons
their ambient range
expanded by systemic
engineered roads
over hundreds of miles
connecting their sacred
mesas and canyons
this unlikely ideal
example of civilized
culture stood proud
till that sharp argent dawn
when one woman awoke
stunned to find all across
her familiar wide vista
that she was
completely alone
(originally posted April 2013)
Poesy plus Polemics 
Majestic poem, concluding with the most sublime metaphor. Brilliant.
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cheers, my friend
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