The Limits of Paleontology
In their summer of tunnels and bridges
A continent of trees and rivers
Buckled where they leaned together
And they chose to honor secrets,
The ferns and fishes hidden
In the hills that held them there,
Her head tipped back against his shoulder
And he said her ears were pretty
And she thought he said her tears,
The moment more beautiful misread.
copyright 2010 J. O'Brien, all rights reserved
