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UNDISCOVERED JEWEL
The undiscovered jewel
lays deep in the attic;
a Van Gogh original
buried for generations
It’s there waiting to be found
begging to be found
but no one is
even looking for it
There is no search party
or untamed explorers
trekking through the abyss
of abnormal psychology
but in the treasure chest
of Jungian thought
and Freudian despair
there is a key to paradise
and one even looks for it
Everyone is on
Wall Street pondering stocks
or hiding in Old Macy’s store
and Santa has yet
to make an appearance
but the precious stones
are laying in wait
buried in the basement
hiding out in
the closets of the attic
the diamonds; the emeralds
glisten in wait
It’s all there
but for a moment’s notice
waiting for Ponce de Leon
or whoever else
whoever else, anyone else
and the pirates
search the 7 seas
and the gold diggers
are all heading West
and in the storage room;
forgotten lays
the key to paradise
and no one has a clue
as everyone goes Hollywood
or maybe E. London
thru Beverly Hills
and the Swiss Alps
do the trendy trek
and in an instant
they are THERE
then it’s all pulled away
but the true treasures
lay buried on Library shelves;
the bathrooms of gas stations
the unfurnished attics
it’s the intangible forces
that keep us all bound
together in humanity
that ever so precious jewel
still unseen laying await
and no one has
the key to the attic
no one has the gumption
to search for the answers
in those little unexpected
unsuspected places
where the light of day
usually shines unnoticed
