Comparing height to an 80’s lyric
and my heart takes an extra flip
picturing the way
the bassist strummed and glided
like a heron with eyeliner;
I’d even take a cup of coffee
instead of my usual tea
in a classic ceramic mug
if we met at a diner and laughed
about the times we only imagined
instead of the times in between
when we didn’t know better-
that there was someone
who would get the correlation
between dinosaur and fern,
a gentle unraveling of eons
that leads us to value field and forest
as currency for a moment of understanding.
The Word Rummager 
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