Joseph Dorazio
Lapidary

                    A Quartz contentment, like a stone—
                                – Emily Dickinson

An Opal refinement,
Fires cast by final gasp
Though never having breathed;
A Jasper enchantment,
Love neither lost nor found
But bound within its veins.
You and I shall not possess
Such hardened satisfaction,
Commanded as we are to flit
And flicker until destiny
Suspends our lives—
Like fossil flies in Amber.

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