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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Amaya Koss


 

Son, I see

In you, I see
all the world's evolution—
the glistening feathers that drape over
hollow bird bones.
The sweet salamander
basking on the bark of the fallen tree.
The horse that rears up, the dog that stands
for food,
the first man who stood bipedal to watch the moon.

I see you- bioluminescence behind your eyes.
The clockwork mechanisms of machinery.
The first wave on the first shore.
The first breath on a woven linen loom.
The first footstep
on the sand, the concrete, the rock of that same moon.
It's you.