Having spent Christmas with my "rock hound/UFOlogist" brother in law and his family...
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In darkened desert peaks
imagination seeks
to find the ancient faces in the stone…
and “want to see it eyes”
search water-mirrored skies,
in wonder, for reflections never shown.
An object in the lake,
in helpless double take,
escapes from unidentified to known...
the visitors from space,
in alabaster lace,
are beams the moon has spilled for you alone.
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