 Love is a Treasure Hunt
by Tanis, twelfth grade poet
You've traversed land and sea,
counted your steps,
checked your bearings,
but your time spent
on searching
for buried treasure
has yielded nothing.
You can't search for love.
You have no map,
and your wandering is useless.
You'd best just stay put.
Take a rest
and then start digging
into the ground on which you now stand.
Clunk!
Your shovel scrapes against
that valued thing, that treasure you seeked
but only found when
you stopped searching.
The beach kept it hidden
until you dared
to finally look past the surface.
Now, as you pull it up from the ground,
the chest gets lighter, easier to lift,
Wanting to come to you.
You sit it atop the earth,
having recovered it from the depths,
and take a seat beside it,
looking it over,
brushing sand away.
The lock gleams,
but you have no key.
No, don't go looking.
Patience will be provident.
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