sandstone reaches up
from man's hoarded water tank
agony rising
to meet the knowing gazes
of men with purer intent
broken Anasazi hearts
saw this future pain
moon across water
eerie shapes rise like ghost smoke
I feel a presence
tears of the ancient ones mist
eyes still seeking final truth
© Sandy Fackler 2001
This poem is written as a double Tanka with a bridge of the two lines in italics.
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