Evolution Poem by Steven Federle
Evolution
Sun rising
flinging green fire
on flashing leaves
as birds flit
and call to each other
ancient songs of
lust, warning,
hunger.
In twisting architecture
they rise,
sure-footed, fleet of wing,
fearless,
while below I stand,
neck craned,
stiff with gazing.
Back to my room,
I go - back to
my comfortable cave,
my simian
roots.
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