in that dance of generations
I see myself re-fleshed through the ages
as each before and them that follow
show similar in ridge and brow
and from them I can see
our history ringed as in a tree
spreading and contracting stories
specific to each time and place
each time
wound and awound around a thread of hope
passed along the line
yet some do not make human change
as widened range of life emerges
dogs and raptors
birds and flees
each a dormant kin to me
for now that glade crammed space
packed in tight
too tight to dance
as each thing that ever lived
or shared an atom
crams and crushes in shaken greeting
there imortal
in memorial
The Blue Book
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