Today's poem is Mary Kiolbasa's "The Cordilleran Ice Sheet" from the Spring/Summer 2009 (vol. 6, no. 1) issue.
The Cordilleran Ice Sheet
The dinosaurs in North America were not pleased when it
came -- it covered most of the panhandles and all of the
good ones. They were quiet while the cold rolled over.
They dug their claws into the ice. It was coldest there. It
was cold everywhere. Of course
it melted very quickly, probably in four thousand years or
less. By that time our reptile friends had lost the desire to
stretch, their blood crystallized to rubies, which fell softly,
a cold clink against bone. The panhandles were a ruby
bonanza. They were cherries jubilee.
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