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WEALTH
We sit out late on summer nights beneath vast, outstretched, high-floating clouds that mirror our ease with their own slow-motion selves. We are sifting the dirt of the day through our thoughts like a prospector panning for a cold hard nugget. We want significance. The Aquilegia by the kitchen door sinks into the shadows as the moon appears and we turn to see as if after days of fruitless labour at the greedy task, a mineral glint of stars, deep in the claims of space. First published in Acumen © Paul Surman 2004 |