When he met her is cavern art,
in ochre, flat against the rock,
with magical beasts of the day,
his drummer friend, hash pipe,
datsun 510, herd of professors,
as if painted by another species.
Today, they're astronauts, prepared
to leave Earth, two new handprints
yet to be drawn in whatever world
throws shadows on cave walls.
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