Agates
My
poet’s
life (not known
then as such) flowed
along life’s swift course
rippling with glee and roaming youth’s chasms.
It then streamed relentlessly to the Now.
I polish agates
left in its wake
so I can
display
them.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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