What’s really liquid.

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THE STOCK MARKET LOSES FLUIDITY

I’ll show you what’s really liquid—it’s this sunlight pouring down
from the west, from the great glass jar of the sky. The creek playing
its little tune, running over the stones. The descant of syllables
in the mockingbird’s song. For not a single hickory nut
banked by the squirrels will gain any interest.
Not a grain of wheat in the wallet of a chipmunk’s cheek
will increase in worth. The bear’s fat layer is its IRA.
Here in the woods, it’s autumn’s great investment portfolio; look,
everything’s turned the color of money: copper, brass, gold.

-Barbara Crooker

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “What’s really liquid.”

  4. Barbara Crooker writes some great poems. Recently I read Aphorisms at Seventy in which she refers to reaching your sell-by date. My husband and I joke about the fact that we’ve passed our “best before” date 🙂

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