Constanza

I look for treasures here and there

But luck eludes each baited quest

And leaves so little time for rest

Hoping to find that which is rare

I journey far within my mind

Seeking notions outlined in kind

Like an ancient carved maple chair

I stand proudly while others speak

Of that which they alone may seek

Or a locket of Helen’s hair

Legended to be ensconced in pearl

When once the sea did rise and swirl

I would wear with elated flair

Those treasures from the briny deep

Which man covets but cannot keep

DVWG Poet Sam Nichols