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You've spent your days in search of gems
though it's likely you were unaware
for the most part
of what you were doing.
For many years, in fact,
you might have denied that you were searching at all
for anything.
Later you had other erroneous notions
about your searching.
A hidden cave seemed to call you, perhaps.
Or a charming prince stood
ethereal
in a shaft of light,
proclaiming himself the object of your quest.
And now it turns out that all along
it was gems you sought:
clusters of diamonds on sunlit wavelets;
emeralds palely gleaming among
bare, end-of-winter branches,
foretelling, promising;
sapphire skies with pearlescent clouds
like big, fat opals;
ruby tulips dropping petals;
and brilliant, tangerine poppies
that are not gems
but could be.
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