buried treasure
not too deep beneath the surface
I am being called to action
a map left on a coffee table
the airport an hour away
there is a great distance between
today & buried treasure
subconsciously stumbled upon
while whistling with the wind
if you ever see me again
likely I’ll be unrecognizable
perhaps a little younger
more than likely more sensible
march two thousand twenty-three
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I like that in this dance with an undercurrent, you’re whistling “with” and not in the wind. Slipping into that other world… good luck upon your return.
Great observations, Chris. Thanks so much for commenting on this piece.