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Burton L. Carlson
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Prospecting

It takes commitment to mine,
to dig with feeling
for value in buried clay.
I dig every day.

It's a place of cave-ins and pillars,
drop-offs and rivers,
echoes,
and hints of ore.
But then: What for?

Investors await the final process:
out of fire, gold...
and slag dumped back in the pit.

And that is just about it:
dark digging in the passage of time.

On Poetry and ArtSpiderWeb ConnectionsDecember 5, 2014
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