Digging
DIGGING
They’re in there somewhere but
Looking for my poems
Is mining among rubble for nuggets of gold
Mounds of waste and very little
In the way of shining value
Digging down dark tunnels of the mind
Scratching at the unyielding walls
Till a tiny shiny scrap
Falls in my hand and I clutch it
Desperately lest it is lost
Then polish it hoping to make it
Reflect what I see in the world.
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