Treasure Hunting Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Treasure Hunting



Treasure hunting

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.”

Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: treasure
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