Relics

Relics
The mountains that in ages
past were level plateaus;
the shoreline that has
not kept its place;
the bones of extinction layered
like words in a holy book,
telling the story
of what once was;
the changing sky,
a glimpse of the universe
passing, rolled together
as a scroll.
Everything
everywhere
always
never
            the same,
yesterday’s relics,
like the boarded-up shops
in any small town.
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For dVerse OpenLinkNight. Claudia’s post had me thinking about culture, history, place, and this is what came out. 
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