A Random

The earth said to the fern
that fell against it
green nothingness of air
shaped to a sort of weird hand
what are you doing?
why are you in my bed?
press me
said the fern
I will press against you
let me leave my form
in you
how? asked the earth
this way, said the plant
to the planet
and a million years
flew over the heads
they never had
and here is the fossil
in your hand
the white chalk
so dead
so sexy
they marked each other