Middle of the night
during a dripping light storm
Clouds dense like soup
with a smooth humid stench
permeating the mossy August air
it came to me in the early morning
around 2AM with a lowly hum
shortly after orbs were playing tag
which stirred me out of the deepest of sleeps
They danced like ancient spirits
and shimmered
above the New Mexico pines
near the Colorado line
in a place off the road, I encamped
on my way to Dulce
on Jicarilla Apache Lands
it was an old growth forest.
It was where I saw the triangle craft
hovering up the canyon
above US Highway 64
rotating on its side like a wagon wheel
before climbing into the moon soaked
cloud quilt above
and vanishing.
Poem from my UFO Encounter in 2014
by Nathan Arizona
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