Photo by and copywrite Fee Easton.
It began with little Indians
rolling crude
puffing psychoactive spirituality
in lieu of peace signs in the sand.
Pet plants petted
coughing Camels patronizingly,
coaxing out life
one voice at a time.
Every breath breathes history
says the shaded mammal;
it sucks it up in fossilized harmony
and spits it out, in yellow –
it’s just shades of grey anyway
where humanity soars
out on a lung.
* My submission to this week’s edition of the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that emotionally charged picture provided by one Fee Easton. I’ll be honest, this one’s still a work in progress; not entirely satisfied with how it turned out, but for the moment, it will do for this week’s prompt. As for Fee, well, she’s a fantastic photographer – be sure to have a look at my interview with her when you get a chance. You won’t come away disappointed…and while you’re there, check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!
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