Published in Poetry d'Amour 2021
Nuggets and dust
Gold gathers in clusters,
forms dust and nuggets
on land. Won’t blend when
returned to the stars.
In four-o-clock sun
gold light covers landscapes
and skin. His pale hands take
what others left, for silver dollars.
He offers me rock: pale brown with yellow
patches, from an exploration trip to Liberia.
Rough, unmannered, no sparkle
on the surface.
Once we were gold.
Our shimmer lit
a nest of stars.
Needed two, not one, to shine.
A gold ring placed in my hand
by someone who lost her man.
Could you transform our love
into a pair of earrings?
My jeweller’s torch can melt
this gold, re-shape and join,
even with silver. But the essence
remains unchanged.
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