FOOL’S GOLD A familiar embrace of gold-bearing rock, tentacles spread to fissure; whispered agreement melting rock. A hasty excuse— penetrating deep into the earth, mimicking the elements— millennia reduced to minutes in gold time that glitters – hard, brittle. Deception aglow— a reef in the Dark tryst. ——— SURVIVING Survival tree. Growing        steep. Stunted. lonely … Continue reading Cornelia Smith Fick: Fool’s Gold