Panning For Gold Poem by Dean Meredith

Panning For Gold



Another day
Down the mine
And up again
The hole grows
So too
The pile of dirt
The light varies
But is
Always there
Somewhere
I dig
Sift
Sweat
Hope
The specs hide
Sometimes
They show themselves
Glad
To be found

Saturday, April 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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