Expressive Encounter
I worked on the back porch early
drinking black coffee
like in a trance
creating expressive black & white works on paper
I thought of as ‘cave art.’
As the rising sun created light and heat
Denisovans climbed the back stairs
to the porch.
Denisovans stood watching me
in a dark and cool room.
I pointed outside the window
they touched their skin.
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