Gold rush

Salty fingers sift tentatively 
Crushed homes of crustaceans and invertebrates - bones
Glitter flickers in morning sun tricking me
Finally, a complete curl
Nestles in the cusp
Of my palm, cold water wrinkles.

So too, are you.
A prize worth waiting for
Admired amidst the mire of days and loves lost.

So too, nestled
In the cracks and lines
Of memories that ignite
The heart's flame
On cold midwinter night

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