MOSQUITO IN AMBER
Suspended in perpetual light, your unblinking gaze stares from yesterday when dinosaurs tore paths through
the forests and surrendered their bones to antiquity. Caught on the witness tree*, even at night you live in gold.
*A "witness tree" here in the southern US is a tree old enough to have seen something significant
in history, like trees that were on the Civil War battlefields.
reading tea leaves
I pour a second cup