Confetti of the Serengeti
Rained up, down,
Diagonal...
Intracacies spiraling
Granite to sandstone...
To Life, before fang
Claw...
Miasma's prints
Imprinting survival
Mutations...
Kenya...Olduvai...
Staged basins
From the Earth.
What price?
What eyes closed...
Opened
Eons later to
Triumphs' confetti?
A door shut behind
Me.
I opened the window.
Was this how all
Happened?
The stage. The play...
The acts?
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Unusual piece Elysabeth and yet woven so well. It is impressive and gets better and better the more you read it. Lovely write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX