Lisa called from a mineral shop
In Nashville–a trilobite.
I gave a long-held, treasured one,
To R., later replaced it in Taos,
Which became a gift for S.
So, a trilobite awaits a quester
To take it up, weigh it in her hand,
An ancient token, a passage
Into a world evolving, as I type.
© slovitt 2023
I remember this from first time round I think. Maybe you have altered it slightly?
The world sure is evolving alright.
I will take it lol
thanks for reading, my hot Scot. we’re evolving, the world in tandem.
let me guess, this is not your first poem nor your last. Hesperides.
and it all started with a challenge to write about Diana. do you still have that poem? if you find Hesperides as inspiring as trilobites write something HeadFrog.
no, not the first. of course you remember the “Diana” challenge. it’ll be hard to find anything as inspiring as trilobites, but i will be posting, slowly. so saith he, known to the inner circle as HF.