When Philosophers speak of gold and silver,
From which they extract their numinous matter,
Are we to suppose that they refer
To the vulgar gold and silver?
Our friends are already in the cafeteria,
Sitting around the table, considering the
Tan squares in their bowls. Oatmeal? Meatloaf?
Should they add catsup or brown sugar?
Yesterday a squirrel was sitting on the roof
Just below the eaves. It looked right at me
Though I was on the other side of the window.
It was eating an ungarnished acorn, seemed
Confident in its choice of entree, holding it up
As if to say “See? Ask Paracelsus. Some things
Are best left pure. Gold and silver and acorns and moss.”


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