Epoch
Epoch
Chlorophyl morning.
Canopy shadow
understories paths with leaves.
Oxygen levels
swoon my dizzy breath
to prehistoric.
Rounding the trail home,
I imagine dinosaurs
trumpeting at sloths—
would not be surprised
if a pterodactyl flapped
from the heron’s roost.
This is what we feared
when Godzilla smashed airplanes.
Only reel, not real.
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Love “chlorophyll morning” and the sense that something prehistoric might be around the next shaded/foggy bend.
Thanks, Sylvia. I thought my first word looked funny. But you know that my autocorrect hates me. 🙂
This is great, Roberta. We’re on a wavelength, too, because what I wrote yesterday included a canopy!
Great images.
Love this. You really made me see and feel it.
Appreciate the whimsy of this poem, Roberta. Love the image of a pterodactyl flapping from the heron’s roost! I could just see it.