ancient wing (archaeopertyx)


somewhere in my long ago      I crawl up through the brine

I shake my useless arms until
they grow hands and fingers that
can shape the senseless sounds
my prehistoric mouth utters

I paint them on cave walls
I carve them in stone
I wrap my reptilian brain in the wonder of papyrus

someday you will find me      trapped in a rock
a phoenix caught as it left the fire

you’ll touch the scales on my arms      you’ll find feathers



contemporary american voices — april 2010



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