a friend’s poem

14 Apr

An incredible poem by my friend Ashleigh Hill. I got to hear her read this last Friday.



Everything you said
about dinosaurs was right:
the part about how some bounded
across the wet forest,
leggy and unaware,
maybe hungry and
never sad about volcanoes
or whether or not people would someday exist
and frantically dig through the dirt
for unspecified lumps,
hollowed frames, and
label dried-up, separated bones for proof
that, like us
some chests were small
and some would become
full of holes.


One Response to “a friend’s poem”

  1. Ashleigh April 14, 2011 at 3:14 am #

    Thanks friend!

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