Do you think I could rob
\na bank of words?
\nFill the cup of the Golden Nugget
\nSquash with sound?
\nReplenish its vanilla seeds
\nand orange strings
\nwith the dance of a spoon
\nin your hand?
\nSee the inside of the sun?
\nGive you a poem
\nfrom the yellow Chinese gold
\nof summer?
\nThe sultry smell of night
\nas the plant smelted gold
\nfrom the day,
\nand poured it into its keep.<\/p>\n
Not cold metal nuggets
\nfrom the bottom of the sea,
\nbut the elusive wings of the sun,
\nthe luster separated from
\nits hardness,
\nthe heart\u2019s scream
\nabove mute sand.
\nHere,
\non a cutting board,
\nits remains
\nmade into a goblet
\nfor the wavering inside us,
\nits spirit
\nturned into nourishment
\nand praise.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Do you think I could rob a bank of words? Fill the cup of the Golden Nugget Squash with sound? Replenish its vanilla seeds and…<\/p>\n