All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.
They danced in the water like they never had before.
I know they did.
My science teacher says that they never knew it was coming.
And he says they all went slowly, one by one.
But I know.
I know that Pre-Cambria was full to the brim
With light on its last day.
The last breath of the old world was never a deflating, normal
Sigh, like they say it was.
It was a gasp.
Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .
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I think that when he looks at pianos,
The keys are stained and worn in
With grooves and dents,
In the shapes of his fingerprints,
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl
He can see kids glowing in the kitchen,
Hands sticky with sweet gossip,
Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he,
A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on,
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