Reading in a poem by a Scottish poet Jarvie
about fool's gold, I suddenly have a faint
memory of us panning gold in Lapland,
for fun during a summer visit, finding
fool's gold among the sand. Early
to mid Eighties, a cloudy day, dark
trees, clear and cold flowing water,
you without seeing your faces, but
alive, talking lost words beyond
recall. Fool's gold it was not.
08.04.2024
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