Treasure Hunting - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
A metal detector
He carries on his shoulder.
A creased old map
He holds in his hand.
Where to? I ask.
“Hunting treasure, ”
“Uncover or discover? ”
“Kind of both…”
“An example? ”
“A fully dressed Venus.”
We both smile…
“And these tiny loose fashions? ”
“Make them the bushes in open.”
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