Bank Pyrite

There in the gravel, tiny flicker
glistening from the gray,
the foolish hope of miner’s salvation
skidding a little to stoop
calloused fingers clenching grit
polishing the dust away
tossed back with a curse.
You cannot bank pyrite.

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