Climates Change by mindgallery
I laid on my back looking at the sky that afternoon imagining
trees when their leaves were still green while an
elephants trunk investigated
the still air
all the wild places i never got to visit are now
just a bunch of instamatic photographs
that float in my
mind
they say the elephants and lions were first
the horses and dogs
last
setting across the barren landscape
like an ancient
glacier
with a million stories and
a thousand
legs
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There was no poetry that night because
all the wordsmiths left long ago
to soak
in the memories of tomorrow
and prepare for
yesterday
we were the only animals left now
all the rest just a memory
a moist
imprint
A Human Nature Production . mindgallery twitter . beatboxbliss tumblr
With all the news attention this past week concerning climate change and the rise in temperatures around the country, this mindgallery poem from the Brooklyn Missed Connections seemed sadly appropriate.
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