What You Wish You Were
A pterodactyl, wings spread wide
above a burnt brown world
wingtips tracing the thremals
slanting spiral down to the sea
and soaring on the little rises
above the waves.
A waving white ghost crab
caught in the low still-
crystal waters as though
waiting for the flood that
would gift him earth.
Alive forever fossil in stone
so cold and lonely that
the snow won't fall there
for fear of freezing.
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