it is a cherished possession
sparkling in sunlight
look it is here, it is there
mine it, own it, clasp it
to your breast
hide it from thieves and
snooping relatives
but it is merely fools gold
a lump of nothing
but false pride
and fear
open your grasping fingers
Water warm and pure
will cleanse the wound
nourish your emptiness
Light will reveal more
treasure than your fields
may produce
or your barns hold captive
your Heart
like a sieve
longs
to fill
and empty
from "untying the web"
phyllis boernke © 2011
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