Slowly Turns the Miner

Slowly turns the miner,
his carbide lamp lit—
he thinks of the sooty miles below.
The bowerbird hops,
lifts the clear wrapper of a toffee a miner’s son
several weeks ago held up to
his departing dad,
and brings it home.

 

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