poem #17

digging for love
 
DIGGING FOR LOVE
 
Rick Diamante was a Piemonte vintner
who loved currants and ginger.
He said he owned a diamond mine.
He asked if I would make him mine.
He wasn’t brilliant.
 
Greg Argentum jammed in Kingston.
He wooed me with a silver tongue.
He said he owned a silver mine.
He asked if I would make him mine.
I didn’t trust him.
 
John Aurum was from Harlem
where he lived in a gilded loft.
He said he owned a gold mine.
He asked if I would make him mine.
I found him soft.
 
Kyle Cuprum collected pennies
in the Spanish Pyrenees.
He said he owned a copper mine.
He asked if I would make him mine.
His love was tarnished.
 
I have no silver, copper, or diamond mines,
no golden valentines, no fortunes.
I’m a hard-hearted woman.
It’s just as well.
The man for me
is a man of steel.
 
– Evelyn B. Hirschworth
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