Treasure

Treasure

 

A man walks on the narrow beach

up to the wall that blocks his path.

He turns, head bowed, to search some more

along the shore for bits of glass.

 

Above him on the Boulevard,

the walkers and the runners move

without a thought of searching for

a smooth and gleaming artifact.

 

But soon the man will climb the stairs

and place his treasure in the jar

high on the shelf up in his room

that overlooks the Boulevard.

 

Marty Luster