The Pactolus (Still Runs)

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Pactolus...
The water is cold today.
The same cold, I think.
The same sound.
The same water that ran through the pans
of the Lydian miners.
Twenty-six hundred years ago.
Searching for that pale yellow light.
Electrum.
The same stream that made a king's name a synonym for rich.
Croesus, in his halls in Sardis,
never heard this.
This constant murmur.
This water over stone.
They say it still carries the color.
Just a trace.
A memory.
It still runs.