Panning for gold
photographers scan their skyline
still blue - and bluer still - until
the sun shafts 2000k of spectrum ray
glass glints, refracting magic
eye of my camera shuttered
I'm a dawntreader in dreams
only bouncing from bed
for the gilt of downy dusk]
Took me a while to find my bounce for De’s Quadrille#48!
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