Rivers of Time
Dinosaurs waiting for stone to erode, skeletons covered, uncovered again, iron that’s forgotten the blood where it flowed phosphorus leached from a primitive brain. Delicate sabers of soft-stepping cats, shrouded in shimmering oceans of sand, strata of fluvial sediment that’s hiding 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. ~ Dean Neighbors ~ | “We loved the earth, but could not stay” ~Loren Eisley~ |
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