Carboniferous – duncancleary

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Looking at a rock –

One cannot just think ‘a rock’ ~

Geology brain.

For Prof. George Sevastopulo, RIP.

Ancient coal swamp eyes –
If I had a flume for thee ~
We would swim as one.

Waves washing ashore before Wednesdays
Before any names for days
Before any names.

Verdant plants lining the foreshore
But no flowers, no grasses swaying in the wind
Nor birds.

A strong high sun, younger
Warm water a soup of life
Insects buzz over white sands.

Plumes rise
From distant mounts
Dusk descends.

Moonless night, sea is calm
Over half the earth, not a single light
Lower Carboniferous, Ireland.