Panning Poetry
Sifting slurry through my word sieve
occasional bright flashes give hope
but there is so much dross and the
yellow flakes in my quicksilver amalgam
may be naught but fool’s gold.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2023
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