Terrestrial

The golden rush wore away
From exploration,
To excavation

Now, not all this salt is what I
Collected crossing flats or sea,
But seeded by sun upon my skin
From my exertion

However, now I’m not as jaded
Now, not all the green around me
Is green that I found,
But what I planted this morning

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