Lucy: Lost and Found in Ethiopia

Lucy: Lost and Found in Ethiopia


We can celebrate who we are
With our thumbs up.
Ah, that we have thumbs to use.
It’s the way we began
With flakes and hand axes
Around fires.

In the once upon a time of stories,
The magic of a gathering creates
Dancing diamonds of light
On walls in old caves far in the past.
Now we go back to ancient times
On computers.
We connect right now,
Right in the exact moment
Of finishing a sentence.
We chatter our way with keys,
And leap into the virtual reality
Of it all,
Of the desert, of the dig,
Of Lucy, found

Grandpa at the Idanha Hotel, Boise Idaho

                 
                GRANDPA AT THE IDANHA HOTEL

                           Grandpa at the Idanha
                           One Saturday night.
 
                           In front of an old mirror.
                           He boogied,
                           He stretched,
                           Turned around.
                           Did a limbo rock
                           Up/down the stairs,
                           Turning all around.
                          
                           His grandson,
                           In bright red knickers,
                           Doing the same,
                           The best he could.
                           Facing the same mirror,
                           Turning around,
                           Up/down,
                           Round and round.
                           
                           To Gene Harris on piano,
                           And Larry Boyd on bass.