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Monday, April 7, 2014

Rivers of Time

Dinosuars waiting for stone to erode,
their skeletons covered, uncovered again,
iron that's forgotten the blood where it flowed
and phosphorous leached from a primitive brain--

delicate sabers of soft-stepping cats
enshrouded in shimmering oceans of sand,
strata of relative sediment that's
concealing the bones of the earliest man--

visible traces of numerous beasts,
the sum of Earth's creatures forever enshrined--
signs of their passing won't slow in the least
the rivers and runnels of ongoing time.



"We loved the earth, but could not stay" ~ Loren Eiseley~
This poem was inspired by an aritcle by Loren Eiseley.

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