POEMS

Poems are diamonds,
everywhere
embedded in living rock.
You see them
you dig them out
you polish them.

(Sometimes you don’t see them.)

Polish them too much,
they break into fragments,
blow away,
a handful of dust.

(Each mote of which is a diamond.)     

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