One day when the planet was idly
pressing stegosaurs in her scrapbook
she threw out a whole plateau
of souvenirs…
…
you get distracted, you put down that scribbled
fossilized note about Martian microbes
and once you set a tectonic plate on top of it,
you may never find it again…
– “Mount Clutter”, (1-4, 8-11)
***
She drifted along his side and touched his face,
then felt the wind lift her arms,
wind under her hair, in her mouth.
“Dear love,” said her mouths
that were also her hands and hair
shaken out by the wind.
She bowed, he bowed,
they began forming rings for each other.
– “Turn Us into Trees”, (33-40)
Poetry Thesis Musings 
These two quotes really display Lindsay’s skill with shifts in POV or narrative I wrote about earlier. I highly recommend her poems, and a few of them are available at poetryfoundation.org. “Elegy for the Quagga” is really, really good: http://www.poetryinternational.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=19519