Salmonberry Ore

A man must find his destiny in life, even follow his dreams.

I stand in the dust
before sunset.
I am caked with sweat,
beaded with light,
and the valley's eerie parting sight
has illumined and left me alone.
My palms are lined
with doing good, without reward.

But I have no recourse if I fail.
It is just me,
a man against the savage elements,
the north.
Metal is my most desired gift,
and most frightening ore,
shaking scarlet gold
as a salmonberry in my pan.

Emily Isaacson

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