Dinosaur
These old bones
trapped in the stone memory
of its youth
is a prime example -
the quick brown fox
of the mind
not quite so eager
to jump or mend
its broken fences
anymore
except perhaps when I think back on you
long necks nuzzling
in the twilight,
our slow, distal lumbering
into solitude
Hold me one more time
I need that stinging newborn wetness
straight from the shell when I'm with you
feeling
to make this old dinosaur whole
medley
still singing
in the landscape
of my brain
Written for Trifecta
