Homo habilis – a poem





Homo habilis

Picking boysenberries,

I imagine

that I am almost human —

a hunter-gatherer

stumbling upon

a quantity of beautiful and delicious berries

which I will eat

and save my species from extinction

while humming “There, There.”


— WDS 6/22/2012

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