What perfect parody
Of the soul's life slandered
This scratching into creekbottoms
For the stone that isn't there
Clouding the tourmaline water
Smudging the voice of owls
Winnowing miles of quartz
For proverb needles,
Growling device with many cousins
Translating the green garden earth
Into idiom of dollars

by Craig Steiger

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