simple treasures

morning dawns, but once a day

laughing moon, it goes away

a new day beckons, here to stay

but no, it goes

and knows, no foes

toiling hands, and monkey minds

never knowing, what she finds

a seeing eye, yours to grow

located somewhere, here below

below the fields, of here and there

patterned breaths, and angered mires

simple treasures, uninspired

tampered boxes, treasures troved

a footstep lingered, uncurled toes

sand released, yet ever bound

eyes that meet, but never greet

connections wishing, to be found

morning dawns, but once a day

laughing moon, it goes away

a new day beckons, here to stay,

and yes, it goes

going now, amongst all throes

knowing that, it’s all it knows

Nancy Marie Farley Rice

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