Can’t argue with fiddleheads

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.

 

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