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Michael Shorb
Beauty
At Chauvet, sea-
changes drummed while
the father of artists
slathered pigments on
the blackened throats of caves
stick figure hunters
held their breath in
Paleolithic dawn
amber deer and yellow-
horned oxen
bristling in herds
bears and rainbows
beckoning
a century was nothing
a word crept forth, useless
it was only beauty we longed for.
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