Wednesday, April 17, 2013

the stratigrapher

married to patterns in strata
she knew land language
translated granite to geometry
with rose scented hands
imposed the grid
anchored in bedrock
in her home floats in the sky
where the sunshine
where the sunshine is
just a little closer to thee
and thee and thee
anchored to bedrock legends
spelled in geology’s design
we turned through
after dark
the milkyway
printed stories on black
we saw a red moon’s last flicker
as it fell flaming to the sea
gloom extinguished white stars
hours layered dark
before light was summoned by crow call then magpies woke and redtails cheered  

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