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E is for Excavation
Excavations
Somewhere, on the other
side of the planet,
they discover lost cities
on the silk route to China.
Somewhere they recover
the tomb of a pharaoh
dead four thousand years.
From my back porch, I
find that the rain
has stopped and that the lilacs,
which have burst suddenly
into bloom, fill the air
with the taste of purple.
The grass peculates green
and the dandelions sing,
yellow as little suns.
Somewhere, they unwrap
an Incan mummy and unravel
the mysteries of Atlantis.
I dig into the newly opened sky,
uncovering the archeology of clouds.
First published in the Poet's Unbound Anthology
Awww...nice. Love the comparison between your garden and other exotic places!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sue!
DeleteLovely poem, Ute - I can see it all before me!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Romy!
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