Where Treasure Lies

Digging deeper still.

Still.
Digging deeper.

What lies beneath a broken heart?
Fertile soil of time past.

A seed planted in a
glass jar
shattered on my fingertips.

Us, driving in the car
past swirling images,
families on the front porch

watching us go by,
my camera in hand.
I ask you to slow down

something catches my eye
and then blink, you are gone.

Poetry

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