---> I watched it turn
from metal aggregate-grey
to warm, soft gold in
the heat radiated from
the top of our wood
stove.
---> It took a couple
of days for alchemy
To transpire,
replacing heavy storm-
cloud atoms with shining
sun molecules.
---> the dumbbell,
transmutated.
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Ooh wow...very nice poem. very nice :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Leafy :)
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