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by lyuba
Conquistador
Zion’s National Park
From his rock bed the lost conquistador
Rises to rub sand from his sun-struck eyes
And sees, rising above the desert floor,
Familiar landmarks under the strange skies.
Awake in the lost homeland of his sleep,
Traveler returned, no longer vagabond,
He treads a red world, sights a castle...