The Searchers
We didn't ask for any help
where we worked in the woods
along the river and we worked
steadily for weeks on end, no
one ever came by to visit or to
lend a hand, except for a stranger
who said he was a rock hound, he
hunted for precious rocks, and he
was curious to investigate our river
land where we worked, even showed
us special containers where his findings
shimmered, and since we were working
on the damage caused by a flood we in-
visited him down with us and continued our
woodcutting huge driftwood trees, as he
drifted off, young with shaved head bent
searching and dreaming as miners do
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BOB ARNOLD
Beautiful Days
Longhouse 2013
photo © bob arnold
