the fossil record
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A biographer's lunch
Outside the restaurant, just
across the highway and our
badly, but assiduously,
planned housing development,
the ocean lies quietly under
the heat, reflecting & salting,
preserving & killing, with
unrewarded equanimity.
Sitting between documents,
or more accurately, amidst
them, the quarters of radish,
pickled jalapeno, the dead
wedges of lime, neither stain
nor recklessly enliven.
Todd Young