for my daughter, aged 2
Morning is a family trip to a troglodyte city
of caves to picture how the Neolithics
were always between a rock and hard
people. I take a long shot
of you looking minute out to hills and river —
it looks as though the cave is set to chew
you into view. When you let the camera drop
our faces fall. Some instant distance never stops
feeling like the more you
try to cross it sadly it will never
let you bridge it. No wonder humans rarely dwell long out-
side of rectangles these days. Then we remembered
the nearby zoo’s endangered kebabs (‘Susliks’?)
and fell back to making up our trogloditty
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