WIP ... from Poem to the end of my days

December 26-29
Time...
   ...opens
   umbrella unfolding
   the rain -- who then
  

   are The People --
   tracing

   Earth's backstory
   tourists at the end of an ice age

   what we wanted -- they paid for
  
   without labor
   without possessions -- being themselves
   fossil fuel

   wandered

   happy & naked under the stars