paleontology

we lived in houses made of
glass
and windows of concrete and dirt,
driveways of water

there are winds and
books of fresh air and
the fossilized wing of
a butterfly

if only you would
dig deeper


we lied, then
laughed, but it never went
forgotten.

you would sprinkle stars
on the ground and blow them
away, and only pebbles
would line where it all
used to be

and the crickets would sing to us
before we could
run far

it isn't here, it isn't here;


might we disappear?

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This is, on another note, my hundredth post.