A while back I saw a Facebook post about lawn flamingos and a t-rex skeleton. Well, my mind just takes these crazy ideas and continues to wander down the same path. This time it came out as a poem. I guess I was missing my other half at the time:
Lawn Flamingos
Your absence eats me
like lawn flamingos
picking a t-rex clean in minutes,
the bare bones of my existence
a monument to your goneness;
our distemporal union
a sci-fantasy, each
the other side of a universe
the stars try to force us
to not inhabit together.
Skyscapes for the Soul - Jeni Bate 