as if it were
something the wind
flapping
rainwater
braiding
down
down
dripping
tinkle on tin
the smell of it
ozone thick
the lowering womb
no blue shot
of sky
to disturb or
disclose
the way it was
then
those billion years
forming
some thought
of a
thought
ancestral
lap-lapping
the flooded grave
bud
stem
blood
bone
a hay-gone
hank
of hair
the roiling seas
inviolate
the dunes
...a sigh
--Jo VonBargen 2011
"Beautifully written!" A time capsule for future generations. FROM THIS FAR TIME (The Human Saga) Fierce, taut poetry! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005KJLCLC
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