Paleo Blues
by Randall Brett

She said I had
Paleo blue eyes –
light, the color of water
from before Fire –

Then dawn over Manhattan
greeting us
like the oldest sunrise
in history,

Where my ribs, ancient,
are stuffed in the mud
of Olduvai Gorge,
aching for excavation,

Ten Million
with ten million
more to go –

One by one
I pull my bones from the bed,
evolve them together yet again
and go walk the dog.

About the Poet:

Randall Brett lives and works in NYC with his wife and apartment-sized dog.  (The wife is, of course, regular-sized).  You can follow his blog at