Gold

They say that it
cannot stay
but why would you
want it to?
Better the bluebird
iridescent
in a flutter
or the bark of hackberry
grooving on the river.

The world is made of precious
true with breath and soul
reminding me of
every bit of soil – the
youth I came from
life so glorious around
leave the gaudy behind us
dance to leaf
music of the frog.

12/2025