Poem: Fossil Shell

 

Fossil Shell

 

poems lap in whispers,

echoes of jurassic foam.

 

an ocean in a tiny coffin,

one that lacks a corpse.

 

for the longest while

 

it nestled in saline sludge,

ducking the wrath of an ice age.

 

(or two, or three, or four …)

 

when glaciers

dragged their shrinking feet

 

the shell escaped on a sob

to watch sunshine christen anew.

 

it wondered then,

 

‘why was I entombed for so long,

so far from what saves?’

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1/31/24 ... 

8/11  "newly"  replaces "a new era" ... "have" replaces "had"

7/23 ... flow changes, fixed typo