Treasure is where you

find it. Under sea, in ghost ships.

Inside a mountain cave,

lighting up the stifling dark.

In your garden, where

your daisies grow.

In an old book,

on dog-eared pages.

On a gallery wall

in a kindergarten classroom,

finger-painted landscapes of your backyard.

From memory,

a remembered conversation,

years ago when I was a child,

and she’s gone now.

This treasure, mine as long as I remember her.


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