Eons from Now

A tree of stone
holds the initials
of ancient lovers.

Excavators,
puzzling its meaning,
scratch their heads –

cryptic symbols
carved by hands
long turned to dust.

© 2011 by Brad P. Olson. All Rights Reserved.

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