Mineing Poem by Bill Grace

Mineing



Unbidden they come to the house
just like minors of yore
it is not today the golden flecks of ore
they seek the contract's signature
a different style of soil they turn
a little anxiety about when they will return.

Sunday, October 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: market
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