Where They Dug For Gold
a Rondine
There are lessons here, in the Gold Rush mine –
a hazard. Might a child fall down the pit?
not in search of gold or the bad airs that sit
in shut-off places, quartz vein crystal-shine
too dim to show a way. These walls confine
the lungs, they say, the heart. But this is it:
there are lessons here
we need to learn, even the child of nine
about to inherit, to somehow fit
onto his earth, right the old wrongs, remit
our debts; to see the intricate design.
There are lessons here.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2017
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