Thursday, April 5, 2012

Digging (Poetry Month 2012: Day 4)

Every night I get to live
the childhood dream of searching
for lost treasures of eons past.
It's not as glamorous as I thought.
Using the archaeologists brush,
removing debris,
uncovering flossilized specimens.
All in a day's work for the
before-bed paleodontolist.

Looks writing these at midnight to meet the poetry month deadline doesn't always bring out my best work.

1 comment:

  1. Well, it made me laugh. Especially "flossilized." Har har har. (Also, I really liked "Linger." And "Angel." So sweet.)