Ready
Cough drop in my pocket.
nothing more --
Not even lint,
the impression
of a hand
or a promise --
Just empty --
as I need my mind to be --
But ready for gold – like a
flock of trees or a soybean field,
rich as the Denver Mint.
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Martha T. Terrell
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