The Midas Touch
For a moment, a shining blink
In the everlasting Earth’s eye,
It was a molten tear, iridescent iris,
Carelessly dropped by Prometheus
In his journey across the heavens, a
Stray sun from some distant imagining.
The underside of God’s gigantic
Yellow bath-time rubber duck.
Then the evening blithely moved on
And it was merely a hill again.
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