Where I See My Cousin Pete
Being archeological students, we figured camping out would be great.
I told my cousin, it’s a long ride to Chaco Canyon, let’s not be late.
He knew my high interest in the Anasazi, he assured me he would go.
Why he did not show up that night, I guess I will never know.
It’s the day he disappeared, but I saw him walking next to me in spirit.
Especially when we got close to the major complex, he was always near it.
When I miss my cousin, I go back out to this marvelous archeological site.
We speak telepathically to each other, enjoying the Arizona night.
Is he dead? My mother asks, she wants to tell her sister Grace.
I have no idea, I say, but there is something magical about this place.
Maybe because it is where Utah Arizona Colorado and New Mexico meet.
All I know is that Chaco Canyon is where I find my missing cousin Pete
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