the fossil record
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Nestled
among the algae speckled rocks,
the beer cap
stares skyward at the desert sun.
Twisted off
on a camping trip years ago,
a thumb and finger
flicked it into the air
where for a moment
it attained flight
as it spun
over the downward slope
like a UFO.
But now
it lies crashed, rusty and sharp,
waiting
for a pair of bare feet
to patter by.
Raud Kennedy