I delve dark places
in forced privation
and solitude,
ever scrabble
stubborn ground a
prospector and
his claim.
Though dank the soil and
deep the fear,
just close the eyes
to recall
distant horizons
towards I strive.
And dream,
yes—dream.
That I could recline,
garbed most comfortably
in well-lit places,
overlooking Mediterranean blue,
with fine food and drink
astride a vision in white.
Breathe her gauzy air,
enjoy a conversation,
pass the time.
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