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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