Poem: Rare Find

 

Rare Find

 

a perch of boughs

yields a glimpse of deer,

clayish in the dusk,

 

as if i had snuck back

to some stone-age place

of pottery shards.

few traces left today

of the original mud.

i'd ask the deer,

but we speak different senses,

are they the last vestige

of an antediluvian trust?

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6/27/24. ...tried to fix... hard... 

This is such an awful poem ... 

7/30  "wallowed" replaces "romped"

7/25/22  "romped" replaces "frothed"

7/23/22 various word changes again... "frothed" replaces "waltzed"... "antediluvian" replaces "ancient, shattered" .. etc ... 

7/21/22  "what nucleotides waltzed in the original mud?" replaces "which nucleotides shaped the original mud?" ... "shattered trust"  replaces "ancient, shattered trust"