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Treasure

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A tower in a forest

I’ve never come upon one

The tower

Maybe not a forest

There are woods around

But old-growth trees,

Wide trunks

Branches that go the distance

Tangling with sunshine?

It’s old magic, really

That I’m looking for

Maybe in a crystal cave

That better have tall windows

Or on a ship

Over a rounded sea

The only way to get

To the X island

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There can be new magic

Bright and shiny

But sometimes burnished gold

Has all the answers

With a reason

For discovery

The old informs the new

And we are reminded why

The treasure hunt’s important

Everyone should seek something

With an impulse,

Suspended between

Heart and brain

On strings that play of life

And invitation

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C L Couch

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Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash

Silverthorne, United States

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