The Girl Who Had no Treasure

She came to hunt for broken glass
turned blue and purple by the sun,
wash away the rusty red dirt
and look at the nearest star through indigo glasses
but glass was hard to find
in a desert where no one walked.

She came to hunt for old tin cans
rusty to match the dirt
to know what history they entailed
but cans were hard to find
in a desert where no one walked.

She came to hunt for pretty rocks
ribboned with chert and quartz
to ask what the Earth is worth,
to bury her own pirate’s treasure:
and rocks there were aplenty
in a desert where no one walked.

She who walked in the yellow fields early,
parted the grass and halted
upon the living stone, nested
and clothed in rusty red,

Unearthed her treasure in another fall,
to find the beauty gone,
only a mess of brown gravel
some ruddy dust, and a smell.

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About sappling

When God created the world, he did it in six days and rested on the seventh. I always wished there was just one more day in the week, an eighth day just for me to pursue the thoughts in my head and translate them to the physical world. There are only seven days, however, so I steal my creative moments in between being a mom and my work binding books and making boxes for clients all over New York City. I love working with my hands, learning new things, and I'm here to share those lessons with you. There are only seven days in a week. Why not eight? Guess I'll ask when I get there.
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2 Responses to The Girl Who Had no Treasure

  1. lestaret says:

    Beautiful.

    I came here for the bookbinding and left with poetry.

    Thankyou.

    Chris

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