Our best years

Our best years are not behind us

Nor are they before us

Or beside us

They are in an alluvial vein

Buried in deepening crevasses

Sometimes erupting

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Or torn by tectonic shifts

Or borne by trickling streams

That taste the earthy palate

Bubbling across granite beds

Dropping metallic seeds

Or sometimes they remain buried

Never to be unearthed