Blue light surfaces, flowing across,
at the base of the tall, blue stone forms,
that have arisen from the depths.
A shredded rocky hand extends and caresses the other,
while a blue serpent head
reaches up from the stream bed,
between them,
inviting a pet on the head.
Time for the journey home
to the craggy red mesas of their birth.
Their penance over for crimes comitted
thousands of years ago.
Into the West.
The fading gods of the desert
await them.
Sitting in their broken kivas they listen and smile,
as the blue stone forms uproot themselves
and make their way toward them.
[This message has been edited by Yolanda Cruz (edited April 01, 2005).]
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