Julie Diane Gates

#71 May 2019, 2019, Featured Poets

Silver by Julie Diane Gates

You can’t find that half ounce of mercury Shrunken to the base of the priceless miniscule vial Buried at the center of the iceberg In the Antarctic. Hack away with your foolish man-made tools, drills, hatchets, and axes, If you must, But you’ll only chip away and flake the surface Into pathetically shaved shards not

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