by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Not too abstract and not concrete
unequivocal directions written
on an ambiguous parchment.
She did not understand why he was ambivalent,
then suddenly decisive
that some amorphous prize could be confined.
“Here a clear stream will reveal murky water
on a clear summer’s noon and within the current
dim stones will shine brilliantly.
“Follow the loud bird chirping a faint cry
as it calls above the smooth stones amid this fuzzy wood.
Seek the hollow of a tree, solid as a rock.
“The opening is distinct and obscured.
Surely an unknown craftsman, a kindred soul worked,
growing weak by wielding brutal blows to create a delicate chamber
“Uproar will your soul. From your lips mark silence.
Gently reach into the aperture forcefully
to capture the golden item which no human could set free.”
Eager to journey ahead they rolled up the treasure map
and hiked along that broad way.
Soon they discovered a fork in the road.
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