1/08/2021

Homecoming


The pheromones of fossils 

luring you to return 


to the epoch of their burial 

beneath an ancient inland sea;


the sea air filling your lungs 

the moment before 


you open the door 

and walk  inside.


[LSS, 1/8/21]

 

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