Another of the sparkling jewels
Nestled in the limestone hills
Buried among oak and cedar and mesquite
Seeks to shine in the summer sunlight
And when it is polished to its best
It gleams brightly

Such precious stones that emerge
Are noted for being blue
And for being prized by where they’re from
And their surroundings
Even as there is a thirst for rubies and garnets
Now
And for things that look too much like them

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