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Rockhound

Across the quarries stone rose as if spooked

from a nest, percussive across the tailing ponds.

Shrapnel on the well-house tin carried a fume

from the opened marrow of a stone,

essence akin to that buzz-build before a sneeze.

Among the clades, the topazes and Jacobins,

hermits, mangoes, coquettes, brilliants,