she sails the high sands
a spanish galleon
having drifted off course
from the gulf of california
centuries ago
prospectors & geologists
die to find her treasures
buried perhaps
beneath laguna salada
or further north
along the salton sea
may two thousand twenty-five
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vast fortunes
buried deep at sea
alien forces
performing clandestine
nonstop operations
night by night
planet earth
routinely becoming
a little less valuable
january two thousand twenty-five
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word on the street says you’ve figured out
where the treasure is hidden
you know the one buried somewhere
in the rocky mountains
so many previous attempts
so many complicated arrests
and five too many deaths
while the streets and the virus
leave us in maddening turmoil
you’re devising your own escape
disappearing like tinkerbell
or some recent lotto winner
along the way you collect items
by way of photograph
human hair & buffalo skull
but the feathered talisman you pocket
just hours before the find
there’s a good chance we’ll never know
who you may or may not be
unless of course you care to wager a guess
june two thousand twenty
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spade in hand
he didn’t have to go far
to reach rock bottom
sinking the blade into the earth
at the base of the limestone steps
ground firm but forgiving
from a wet winter
it didn’t take long to uncover
a row of sunken treasure preserved
by a mother’s touch and
protective nightcrawlers
this won’t be the last time
these stones have been moved
from one place
to another
won’t be the last time uncovered
by human hands and
reassembled into some sort of order
march two thousand fifteen
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buried far beneath the earth
in the garden of good and evil
lies dormant the key
to man’s heart
the seedling had failed
to germinate
while the tree of knowledge flourished
thereby leaving man
selfishly singular
it’s been said treasure can be found
somewhere in the cradle of civilization
its hidden secrets
more powerful than the words
of all the enlightened masters
who left this world
dreaming of lasting peace
december two thousand thirteen
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I crawled out of my skin
and curled into a ball
allowed the wind to kick me
down an endless winding road
along the way I witnessed
invisible claws dig
deep inside an open field
uncovering ancient treasures
as diamonds gradually
overwhelmed the sky
I unfurled my mind and
surrendered my spirit
to the next reality
november two thousand thirteen
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the bracelet fits perfectly
as if handcrafted
just for me
i found the bracelet
buried two feet deep
in my neighbor’s wooded
lot as i transgressed
with metal detector in hand
hoping to find pieces
from a past
i could somehow
put back together
within the safety
of my own property
i bring the bracelet
back to life
and pray its magic
will never end
february two thousand thirteen
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