Particles Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Particles

Sun was out
Stones shined
Tina bent
She took one:
"Contains gold."

"Give it to Ilya,
Geologist knows it all, "
I said to withdraw.

"Is pyrite…"
Said in a short answer,
And later explained:
"Gold is heavy and
Pyrites are very light."

Unaware, dumbfounded,
I lent them eyes, ears.

Andy, a photographer
Knew all, was aware.

Tina who started
Threw a few words
All garble and nonsense.

Andy talked once again,
We and rocks were compared:
"These stones and ourselves
Will soon be particles."

Later, in private
With a smile, Andy said:
"The Fools call Pyrite, Gold."

I enjoyed his comment,
Poetic, and great,
Landed in my ears,
It sounds like a choir,
A canary, nightingale:
"Remember particles."