She said "History don't catch a thing;
unseen we slip under
that pendulum swing --
and for a heartbeat only, pet
(Planck length, pixel
Mandelbrot set)
time grinds the cave with painted walls,
love and anguish, whippoorwill calls,
a hand picking mint, a hummingbird's glint
young monk squinting, line of print --
the curling
of your collarbone,
words aloud when you're alone.
Oh
Won't you be my Serengeti?
Wandered desert, hot and sweaty;
a blush of pink, that heatwave wink.
Old and dry with nothing to drink.
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