Poem: Rare Find

 

Rare Find

 

through perch of boughs

a glimpse of deer,

clayish in the dusk,

 

as if i had snuck 

into some earthful place

of stick figures and shards.

i'd ask the deer

about traces and names

from the original mud,

but we speak different senses

in a world of blinding spears.

no vestige left 

of the antediluvian trust.

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7/26 ... total mods

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"