Poem: Rare Find

 

Rare Find

 

a thatch of boughs

yields a sight of doe,

clayish of fur in the dim,

 

as if i had snuck back

to some stone-age place,

near a living pottery shard.

 

how was the lost pot made, i wonder?

what nucleotides wallowed

in the original mud?

 

few traces now

of grass-swelled swards

prowled by smilodon.

 

i’d ask the doe

but we speak different senses:

is she the last survivor

 

of an antediluvian trust?

 

 

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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"