Mining

We have to find it first, water trickling
into his eyes, I let the mountain
percolate in my stomach

brisk air, enough to keep gypsies
where no wanderer should go
red-roofed rubies dance somewhere

near his heart anticipation balloons
amber bones dangle against caverns,
not what I’m searching for

find opaque quarts studded with
gold, how were you created, what
chemical reaction gave you such

radiance? black water trickles across
your eyes, now, minerals or guides,
 we can’t talk about it now

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