Paleo Blues

Uniquely crafted words from one of my favorite poets. This deserves a close read for the allusions and the musical quality. Qbit really kicked it with this poem!

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She said I had
Paleo blue eyes,
Light the color of water
From before Fire –

Then dawn over Manhattan
Greeting us
Like the oldest sunrise
In history,

Where my ribs, ancient,
Are stuffed in the mud
Of Olduvai Gorge,
Aching for excavation,

The sun
Introducing
Day Ten Million
With ten million more to go –

I pull my bones out of bed,
To go walk the dog.

Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 406

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