Archaeological Dig Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Archaeological Dig
Rating: ★5.0
it was a day
not unlike this one
when an archaeologist
… sore knees
… paint brush
… Friday fingernails
held my earthen skull
in his hands
and spared me a thought
his dirt-stained eyes
filling my empty sockets
and
for a speck
of epochal dirt
neither of us
heard the sun
Tuesday, October 10, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: eyes,sun,connection,wonder,moment,moments
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Archaeological Dig poem by Clive Culverhouse
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