Poem #1...
all potential lies dormantly
suspended in its realm
with every seed and idea
hidden, latent to come

rank and file past original
van gogh’s for a dollar
valued only after its lost,
tapped or gandered through fire


Poem #2...
potential lies dormant
suspended despite
seeds and ideas
all in plain sight

like van gogh originals
sold for a dollar
we are blind until we've lost
then suddenly admire