Cambrian Flashback
by Bruce Boston

Asleep in the crocuses
on a cloudy afternoon,
riding aquatic dreams

of lapsed genetic memory
to the salt-laced shallows
of some ancient sea –-

ghost shrimp whispering
the legends of the dead,
silent anemones waving

their constant goodbyes
without ever leaving,
lampreys waiting beneath

each coral encrustation,
eyeless monstrosities
rising from the deep –-

I awaken to a downpour,
soaked and shivering
in the drenched light.

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