by Margaret Lange
I am a hard-packed sandstone bluff.
It will take generations to wear me down.
I am a newborn burning star.
It will be millennia before I fizzle.
You can wait if you want to,
it won’t change a thing
I am a prehistoric weta cricket,
a solitary edge-dweller staving off extinction.
I am a mysterious RNA virus,
a quarry of many disguises eluding capture.
You can follow if you want to,
just stay where I can see you.
I am the resolute rising and setting.
You can watch if you want to.
It’s free.
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