In My Way 2026

SO PREHISTORIC

SO PREHISTORIC
Bodhisattwa Parekh

The stone takes breath slowly.
The sun draws blood from the reddish giant fern.
A shadow moves, heavy footsteps on damp earth.

No clock is ticking.
Only the distant roaring,
A sound older than memory.

Dust settles thick on bones not yet dust.
Silence is waiting.

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EIGHT – 02.22.26
WRITE A POEM ‘SO PREHISTORIC’.