FINDING FRIENDS

Sunlight dapples the creek with flakes of gold

As each small mirror-ripple rises

To catch the yellow brilliance

Spilling like melting butter

Into the narrow, winding open breach

Exposed between high walls of forest-night.

Here is other gold as well: fool’s gold

Pale and brittle, shafting

Brief bright arrows toward the sky,

While a softer, warmer golden hue

Flickers in the creek shallows

Lighting the underside

Where water catches images of the sun.

Any visitor here might be excused

For carrying away only fool’s gold

To warm and light a far

Familiar corner deep within a forest-night.

Another, more worldly wise

Might pilfer the riches

Hidden in the creek

To purchase furs and fires

To escape an ever present dark.

I would hope I would do neither

Upon finding such a golden place.

I hope, Amicoj, I would merely stay.

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