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Rare Earth
Beating down, trumpets sound
a Sun too long for the dress.
Furious, she sticks out her tongue,
as the ice melts, jewels appear:
metals, minerals, and fish.
The Goddess gasps; what
lesions are exposed through
such recklessness?
Retreat, retreat, the flippers clap.
A dark blossom, shrinking frost—
the occasion has been noticed.
Rare earth glitters in hands
much too small to handle these
delicate materials. Cooperation:
how to draw a circle in the mud,
snow, sea, and spooling sunlight?
Source of inspiration: competition in the artic.
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