733 Avocation 1 (1-5-18) (go to search box: enjoy) !

Poets are archaeologists of life.

Down at the site,
equipped with pen and paper
for bristle brush and trowel,
they extract
sharp, shattered, scattered shards
and calcified bone,
fossils from our pasts,

connecting us to a millennia of themes
stretching from the apes first confused thought
through their own four score and seven
allotment of living,

with the alchemy of their art,
dirt, rock, scat and skag
revealing the gleaming remainder,

a glistening poem,

a Clovis blade
to rip the heart.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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