Coloma in D MinorA Poem by JRHeavy is the hammer he hefts overhead to bring crashing down pinning ore between the weight of steel and unforgiving bulk of iron he strikes strikes again, and again sweat like mineral beads glisten from skin dark birds wheel overhead breaking the sun into long shadows again he strikes, again the fire a pool at his feet the mortgage a lake in his mailbox the holes chewed in his shoe by the grind of the ground he strikes again, cools the ore in a bucket of water with long tongs designed to turn the weight the river, he thinks, always flows away back into flame dark birds descend to free the sun from it's bars he strikes again and again turning, twisting, moving the red bulk extending it, laying it flat he strikes it glows in growing rows he strikes stretching its lines fit like a slim assassin he strikes he strikes (dark birds alight on a potter's field) into the bucket with a protracted hiss then laid aside for later he shrugs off the burden of his leather apron and heads back home
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1 Review Added on August 16, 2024 Last Updated on August 16, 2024 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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