Today Ray revealed he is a rock leprechaun. It is easy to spot as the planets aligned while the rain fell.

A grin as his love of stone far outweighed the puny power gold has over him.

Not to be deterred, his vice is the hardest stone of all…

Diamonds

While next to him raged the heart of a Monster.

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A poem to reflect the salmon river, the leprechaun, and the piece of petrified wood gifted by one whose lust to hoard the precious pieces protected now by more than make-believe.

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They don’t know nor can they, how to be in the presence of stone

They don’t listen or smell

Conversation is beyond imagination

Treading upon with impunity to achieve their goals.

To have climbed a tree once those millions of years ago

Carving initials into the bark

Watching the time wash away frailty and bringing eternity.

Here you are again, old friend…

Do you remember that day of whisper?

Swimming between the dreams

And thank you ‘Ray’

for not choosing the worn path

of Gold.