Like a line of music
lying still upon the page,
No sound emerges
from the diorama
which occupies the stage.
Then curtain parts, lights come up:
Volcanoes! Thunder! Roars of vicious beasts!
All take their tolls.
Hearts are pounding; breathing hard
music swells to a sudden cease.
Spotlight fades and dims,
following the last Apatosaur
into the trees.
© 4-13-93 C.E. Carl; Rev. 8-8-09
© Rev. 2-13-11 C.E. (Carl) Elias
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