Quarry

by Sherri Turner

Shall I take you there,

where the lime-steeped waters

reflect the blue sky green,

where iron cliffs

rise like sculptures

and swallows swoop and soar?

Will you turn to me and smile

and say how lovely,

how perfect?

Will you know about the bitten rock below,

where metal teeth gouged and fed

and left an ugly scar?

Will you think it so beautiful

from beneath the turquoise surface?

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"Quarry" was previously published on a forum website.