The deepest truth lay undiscovered
in the buried words
Like unfound gold existing only
on a pirate’s map
True value in the search required
to seek and grasp

Each phrase a burrowing pen
digs into the readers mine
Fortune concealing veins of discovery
covered and unknown
Ink running free as the shaft leads inward
—anticipation karat pure

(Watching “Hemingway #2: April, 2021)

What’s beauty that is captured
In frames
Youthful exuberance
Trapped
In evergreen bottles
Translucent
The potion for immortality
Sought and sold
For
Weary souls and brittle bones  
opaque the vision
Fractal-intrusions