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Mesas and Meadows


01.12.17 Posted in today's words by

Howard F. Stein’s most recent poem to appear here was “Triumph of Hate” (December 2016)

Mesas and Meadows
By Howard F. Stein

Ghost Ranch, New Mexico  

Two hundred million years
pass in a fleeting second—
one moment, dinosaurs roam
equatorial marshlands;
in the next, high desert meadows
carpet the valley
with hay fields, cattle,
and tall stalks of yellow chamisa.

What is this mind
that can travel faster
than the speed of light,
and discern time
in a glance at tall strata
of ancient mesas?

I do not know which
is the greater marvel,
the rapid change of hues
in the setting sun—
or the ability
to notice it at all.



2 Responses to “Mesas and Meadows”

  1. Bobbie Troy says:

    Love the last stanza!

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