Seattle’s Uncut Minerals
Tonight, from my Capitol Hill window seat,
I marvel the metro-city’s shoreline length—
a glitzing luminary of light by night.
Startling skyline towers are stacked like coins and
diverging streets court tumbling gems to the fringe.
Yet uncut semi-minerals rise beneath in unlit digs.
The uncut working poor, as in mineral digs,
are seeking light, the break, becoming free,
to earn the educated freeman’s wage. ...